August 6th, 2010

(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
Graduation Party
It looks, from a distance, like a track and field tourney:
so much avid motion in shorts and T-shirts
the college field house rented for the occasion …more
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June 25th, 2010

(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
The Math of Betrayal
The math of betrayal my friends will never line up …more
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June 18th, 2010
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
Cry Timber
I am long tired
of the tyranny
of trees …more
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May 21st, 2010
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
To the Men At Work Outside My Window
See here, fellows: It is me, your skinny-stemmed little daisy faggot boy
Yoo-hoo! Yes, me – the fellow you keep glaring at.
I have a few things to say, if I might. …more
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March 26th, 2010
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
Sinatra Time
It’s got nothing to do with nothing, pal,
if you wanna know the truth. …more
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February 18th, 2010
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
Juice
Today the jury voted to “acquit”
though the way the word leapt forth
was the way a Southern gentleman cedes
a game in frustration …more
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January 29th, 2010
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
In Hiroshima
In Hiroshima, after the bomb
the sick lay close as lovers,
the strong put tags on those
who stood no chance
later to be flayed by fire …more
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January 15th, 2010
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
Riptide
Because we are men of a certain age
without visible boundaries or excuses
we ignore the yellow flap of caution flags
and the lifeguard propped against wet wind …more
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January 2nd, 2010
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
Michael Jordan Chews Gum
Substantially harder than you or me
a clamping motion that knots the muscles
of his already severely toned presagital ridge
and speaks to some higher form of scorekeeping, …more
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December 18th, 2009
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
Hobo Chant, LaFayette, Louisiana, 1937
dem coals inside your chest
dem coals is hot and white
you gotta change your mackacheese
if you wanna be ma wife …more
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December 11th, 2009
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
How We See the Aged
A woman pulls at the pilled pleat
of her seersucker skirt with one hand, …more
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November 27th, 2009
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
Owed to Water
It is said the ocean forgets everything
forgets the lash of lightning and the stones
it grinds to sand and the planks it swallows
without joy or renunciation …more
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November 13th, 2009
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
Sartre, You’re Such an Asshole
You thought your derriere off, no beef there.
But your heart: was it missing a valve or something?
Why do all your plays end in suicide? …more
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October 30th, 2009
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
The Fruit Standkeeper, Wroclaw
His hands are a thing of beauty,
long, thick fingers moving in webs
grazing apples and onions
settling each into the rusted cradle
of his scale, the needle’s soft bounce
It is as if God composed these hands, or Mozart …more
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October 16th, 2009
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
Trained
You will ask why I never tore her down
with my famous claws and arrowed jaws
why instead I sat about, moewed,
and on occasion lept through fire. …more
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October 2nd, 2009
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995)
Duck
They were so young, this couple
still new to their stories,
looking ahead and not looking,
locked into marriage. The problem …more
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September 11th, 2009
Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995.
Weather Channel
Al Jiminy, two doors down in 13,
is an addict. Day and night
his TV beams feeds of storms
lolling across the careless globe. …more
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August 28th, 2009
Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995.
Viper
She told me how, as a
girl, she slept each night
with a different stuffed
animal to make the
others jealous …more
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August 14th, 2009
Introducing Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner, a new Rumpus column where Steve Almond highlights a wonderfully bad poem written by him, his younger self, or another bad poet. Enjoy.
Kafka At The 50 Yard Line (Shady Side)
Cockroach and quarterback
what a curious pair
One craves pork rinds, the other
flings pigskins into air …more
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