Poet's Notebook, Monday Morning

I make cloud houses for living people.

I’m a fair singer also.

Don’t judge my posture.


Poor Achilles, always a mama’s boy.


Eat more American prunes.


Cat stares down coyote. Past lives are decisive.


Best anagram ever: “Public relations” = “Crap built on lies.”


Imagination had been grudging. Now it was doggish.

Over there, and over there.

The endless ground beneath us.






Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University