For years I’ve made my living peddling junk food at the entrance to the Co-op. I pull open my shabby overcoat to reveal a lining festooned with Snickers bars, M&M’s, Hi-ho’s and whatnot. Some of the workers are among my top clientele. I keep rooms (with live-in maid) in Blue Lake, […]
Rick Park
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American River Haiku
Dusty, brambled banks Sycamore-lined, cobweb-laced, Cradle snowmelt mass.
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Erato
flute in hand, poring over her shelves, seeking something diaphanous in an outfit, hears the cry of a blocked poet. Racing to the paper-strewn study on wings of thought, she diagnoses instantly, “Comma, not semicolon!” And departs, still sans outfit, a fleeting vision, and there is heard her faint, elegaic toot of farewell.
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Humboldt Tango
Antediluvian high heels attitude lofted to the level of art a glint of steel in an embrace James Dean gone gaucho silver bells at the brim of my black hat a leg flicks past mine gliding over hardwood. — Rick Park
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God Getting Old
Just for practice, I created another planet. Took me a week, and it was still unmanned! And now I’m stiff and sore all over. Went to cancel it, but couldn’t remember where I put it. Now it’ll probably run into one of the others! So I went to check out Earth. It had been a while. My […]
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First Cherry Blossoms
Yard sale!—I pull to the curb, duck some low-hanging branches, and voila! Nearly poking me in the eye, the fatal sprig of pink! The usual reaction to beauty, a smile, thoughts of Japan in Spring, a haiku op… But now that I’m looking, just down the block, Two more! They’re everywhere! Where […]
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Eureka: Winter Solstice
From here, sighting between buildings like an Anasazi between sandstone monoliths at the Solstice I see a distant sliver of yellow moon sinking into the blue-gray Bay. And at eight and three, the wan sun reflects into my northern window from the apartments opposite a pittance to my sun-starved succulents craning towards the glass. But […]
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Scandalous Sonnet-gate
Everywhere you go, it’s Peyton Place, Blushing maids poise their fans as screens Over crimson cheeks, hot from the chase Of stolen moments; bawdy scenes That yet hold no candle to the State The Union’s in — the mayor’s wearing shades And slipping out the back door for a date Or some dictation — motorcades […]
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Poet’s Bulletin Board On Peninsula Road
POETRY THRILLA HERE IN MANILA! Be brave, shout…