Poetry Talk

seedy motor lodge

an omelet big as your head

north of Seattle

I thought that haiku

might just be enlightening

it is not... too bad

I do not have time

to write a proper haiku

this one must suffice

a pretty promise

saying it won't make it true

neither will Congress

four pounds of fast food

for just shy of a Lincoln

can't be possible

shouting at the screen

and singing all the songs with

a sweet transvestite

Scottish poet Robert Burns (1759 to 1796) is probably best known, outside of Scotland, for writing "Auld Lang Syne." In Scotland he's known as a fiercely Scottish and incredibly prolific poet and balladeer. Every January 25, or near to it, people all over the world gather together for a Burns Supper, or Burns Night, in honor of the poet, and all things Scottish. The traditional meal is haggis, neeps and tatties, or a boiled mince and oat stuffing (haggis is cognate with hash) with mashed potatoes and turnips, and, in most cases, plenty of Scots whisky (better known to the Gaels as uisge beatha), and recitations and performances of Burns' works. Read more

I never liked math

now I hate it even more

April is so cruel

French roasted jitters

Colombian caffeine high

how international

handful of crackers

and raw vegetable platter

this is not dinner