The Rat Squeaks

One of the recent changes I made at Judy Garland's Blues (poetry blog) that I really like was to get rid of the sidiebar by changing...

Here's a link to a poem written in my old age about the "first love" of my youth. As I've done previously with other poem...

(For My Aunts Pearl and Louise Who Died The Same Day This Week) I weep for poems that went astray And people who seem long-gone as dust Th...

It injures me when you think ill of me, Though I guess in truth I injure myself When I know you are forced to such disgust And disappointm...

I've decided God is indifferent to some of us and hates the rest. Which group I fall in, I can only guess.

If you sent me a thousand dollars With which to make the trip from here to you, That would be enough, More than enough, But not enough to ...

What's the deal, did I die? I don't think so. Okay, then, don't clam up!

Our lives are full, too full-- But full of what? TV and dis-ease, Distant neighbors just there across the street Or on the left beyond the...

I talk so much of dead things (I talk too much), I slog through lifetimes mired in it, So it seems like suicide would be close or in the a...

I hesitate to write to you Since you told me That everything was crazy there Without disclosing any detail, Though I hope it’s nothing or...