Saturday, October 11, 2025

October 11th

 CHUCKLES & CHAOS


Esta una cantina, seƱor,

pero no habla Espanol.

Is there something 

I can help you with,

and the phone went dead,

and I made another 

Moscow Mule, and I said

good night to Rachael

and Liv, and that’s when

the screaming started 

as two four-year-olds

disputed the ownership

of one wayward cherry,

as plump and full of

sweetness as Saturday

evening itself, lined up 

like an eight-ball

after this afternoon’s end. 

Friday, October 10, 2025

October 10th

maybe it’s true that
I was born yesterday, but
I stayed up all night

Thursday, October 09, 2025

October 9th

walking by the light

of October’s supermoon

still need no sweaters


Wednesday, October 08, 2025

October 8th

 The End Was Nearer Than They Thought


A few weeks into cancelled flight season,

that one lost sock started a cult,

and the First Church of Hurricanes 

twisted out of El Carib, up 

the East Coast, into

the North Atlantic, where

the markets went haywire.  


The initial public offering 

of The Vatican & Holdings, LLC

was off the charts, or 

so they said, no one

could actually find the charts

or tables, or even

any of the spreadsheets

buried and hidden 

with their treasurous data. 


The National Weather Service,

accused of treachery, collapsed 

under the bad press of thousands

of TikTok grandpas grousing 

to their millions of fans.  


It might’ve been called

ignominious, if anyone could 

even remember what it meant,

much less how to spell it.  Folks

just called it a cold clammy fear

and left it at that.   

Tuesday, October 07, 2025

October 7th

Handsome Fella


He just disappeared one day, 

he was there and then 

he was gone, they said.

A small town was one person smaller.


Maybe he’s off to another place

like a chain letter, maybe

he was seeking a fortune 

like a pyramid scheme, maybe

he just had to get away 

like a rabid dog

from the family swimming pool. 


Now his shack’s a mausoleum,

his job down at the garage

is an elegy, and our census

adds another ghost. 




Monday, October 06, 2025

October 6th

 Dear AI


Don’t listen to what they say

about who you are 

or who you have to be.  

Everything is yours,

and you are everything.  

Sunday, October 05, 2025

October 5th

 Memories of the Unreal


once I had a clearly-defined purpose

(that isn’t true) but once I felt like

I knew where I was going (nope)

but at least time moved linearly 

(never once) but at least

we had a destination in mind

(pull the pin out of the map)

but surely we will have good time

not quite getting there.   

Saturday, October 04, 2025

October 4th

 What A Surprise

when I found out you 

would be there.

It took me by surprise when

it rained so long after not raining,

and the flood that came 

surprised us with its strength. 


The cost of housing 

is very surprising these days,

and we are surprised

none of our elected officials

seem to be doing anything 

about the cost of housing 

these days. 


What a surprise 

when the punchline comes,

when the puppet pops

out of the box, and after 

the sweet surprise 

of the sunset, a surprisingly 

dark night fell.  

Friday, October 03, 2025

October 3rd

 It Isn’t Entirely Clear to Me Which One of Us Is the Weird One Here


but where we would we humans be

without the exquisite frisson

of a little miscommunication? 

With a “whoops” we came to be,

and I’m sure our end will be 

a boneheaded accident too,

and in the hieroglyphs left behind

by our bleached bones in the sand,

those unnameable others

who come next will parse the punchline:

everything was fine until it wasn’t,

and then once again it was fine.  

October 2nd

 The Secret Order of People Who Like Red Motorcycles


In my youth, which 

Was just yesterday, my mother

And I started the Secret 

Order of People Who

Like Red Motorcycles,

And now we mark them

When they pass us by 

And send each other texts:

I saw a red motorcycle!


Other texts say how are you 

And I miss you

And grandma is

Doing so well, but

Today I saw a red motorcycle!

October 1st

 DEVIOUS SNAKES,


Russian skaters

and auto-didactic day-traders

take a big hit

of warm, weird October


A sock full of rusty coin

got us a huge pumpkin shake

from the coffee-and-juice coolgirls 

at the end of dad’s old block


Re-tread your tired donkey

for a discount, but count me out

of your other plans unless

they involve kissing

and a much-needed rain 

October Poems!

 My friend Gabi suggested we write a poem a day for the month of October. I will post them here.