Hour Long Improv

Zombies revive, die
tribal imps build walls, cry war.
Rules: Commit or die.

03/05/11

Freedom.

Freedom fighters jump,
Just in time for the weekend,
Impossible bounds.

02/22/12

Absence

Remove prickly thorns,
Pull its' petals on a whim,
Lament its absence.

02/21/12

Secrets of Youth

They move in perfect
pockets of drama, trust fully
kiss slyly, bake pot.

2/19/12

Street Urchin

Unzip you, and find
a slippery street urchin,
Untouched, on her own.

02/15/12

Week End Break

So far removed that
I forget the simple thing
Of a week end break.

01/31/12

Jan 30

A first! A life boat
Launched upon the river Tyme!
Today, though, laundry.

1/30/12

STEP

Forty teen workshop,
Our own chef, menu for us,
Fallow takes the stage.

01/29/12

Teen Lab

Here we are sumo;
imaginations expand,
contract on demand.

01/28/12

Life of Minion

My ears are steaming
And there is nowhere for this
fire to go but out.

01/27/12

Sickbay

On sickbay today;
Attack of the stomach bug.
Lucky, lucky me.

01/26/12

DragonsLight

Dungeons and Dragons.
Three boys, three girls: Dragon's Light
questing Alvirad.

01/25/12

http://goblinslight.webs.com

Strawberry Mist

Strawberry mist springs
a sweet literary twist;
veiling the drive home.

01/24/12

It Is In Your Blood

It is in your blood.
You are no bored housewife.
It lives in your brain.

01/23/12

Radner Friends Meeting

First Day School becomes
A cross generation study
With more adults than kids.

01/22/12

Snow Day

shhh, but for the plow
crisp and slick, slide to one knee;
pup pulls you aground.

01/21/12

Add it to the List

Add it to the list;
cupcakes won't save you from your
inadequacy.

1/20/12

Blackout in Protest

Blackout in Protest.
Google mobilizes You,
Netizen revolt.

01/19/12

Rat Race

I tire of the rat...
a-tat-tat... pacing this race,
the walls of this place.

01/18/12

Many Winter Days

Many winter days
I find to be long and cold -
warm nights make them fold.

01/17/12

Elizabeth Pool

Elizabeth Pool
leaves People's Light and with her
takes the Internet.

01/16/12

Sunday Comes Again

Cold with strict demands:
Here, here, here. The list goes on.
Errands make me mad.

01/15/12

Pig Iron Schooling

Warm up with a Balkan hymn,
step into the harmony,
an open canvas.

01/14/12

Performance Anxiety

Little tentacles
Creeping up the vertebrae:
"It's not them, it's you."

01/13/12

Gallery of One

A gallery of
Self gratification lacks
Imagination.

01/12/12

Hamlet Must Have Started Here

Talking, talking, talk.
To do or not: infinite.
Impossible play.

01/11/12

Quinn

Invisibility cloak
so awesome, how can you not see
what's already there?

01/10/12

Reincarnate

Forty trillionths down
a secret; a tunnel; spit
Forty matches lit.

01/09/12

Sunday

A day of rest, ha.
I am no barefoot housewife,
I wear hiking shoes.

01/07/12

Foley Dragon

This story begins:
A lonely egg cracks open.
Ends a dragon home.

01/06/12

Color Wheel

Absorb and go;
Red lounge singer, God is blue;
Yellow Wombats cheer.

01/05/12

Scientists Create Invisibility Cloak

An event hidden;
Cloaked with the help of Cornell
and hypnotism.

01/04/12

If I had my way...

The play would be but
a secret; a tunnel; spit;
forty matches lit.

01/08/12

PITC

Pig Iron Theatre Workshop -
An Irish catholic schoolhouse
echoes Balkan hymns.

01/03/12

Said the Hurricane

to the Firefly:
Time will come those wings of yours
call us to dance again.

01/02/12

Write-a-day

To start, I think, perhaps
I'll try the ever popular
Haiku-a-day style.

01/01/12

Ollie

the soft nuzzle at the nape,
a nip of the hair to remind you
to look over your shoulder,
now a reminder of the sky
at the pang of surprise in
the missing playmate,
missing imprint on the pillow.

if you read this,

if you move beyond the scan and

these first three lines -

that don't meter or rhyme -

if you're reading this,

i don't mind if you,

move on.

i'd like to keep you, though.

with me for tonight.

to talk with me and drink with me

maybe hold my hand?

or walk the paths behind the theatre,

find the secret playground to

swing the swings,

test our pants for their swift,

friction against the slide.

see who can climb the highest,

exhaust ourselves with games

on the farmhouse deck

or barbeque under the

big yellow and white tent

ment for summerstage,

but which we confiscate for night.

i'd like to keep you,

to slam with me and read with me

to keep these wicked demons from

taking me.

please.

yet you never came

brunch at the frazer diner
to discuss it all
over coffee and eggs
and pancakes, scrapple and bacon
or maybe some of those just so salty sausage links.

we'll get a table, not the counter,
because there's two of us,
and we have hours to kill.

and maybe when the check has come,
we'll order some orange juice too.

homecoming

here are corsages,
wildflower bracelets,
daisy bouquets,
and pinned lapels.

there they wear single,
double, triple mums
with cowbells,

their patriotic pride
adorned in lucky rabbit feet.