Frivolous Quill

  • Stalker

    April 11th, 2020

    Billy Collins doesn’t
    have a Twitter account so

    you’ll have to follow him
    more craftily. Not

    in his footsteps, but
    slightly to the right or

    farly to the left, or
    with binoculars as he

    serpentines through an alpine
    pass, hoping you never find

    the map he left crumpled
    beneath the coffee grounds.

  • The Only Baseball Fact I Know

    April 8th, 2020

    In 1980 the Yomiuri Giants
    signed outfielder Gary Thomasson
    for 1.2 million dollars

    which he used to birth
    a metaphor by sitting
    on the bench, hitlessly waving

    his bat and spinning,
    they said, like
    a Giant Human Fan.

    And so ‘Thomasson’ came to
    represent a contradictory remnant
    within our built environment.

    Once usefully functional,
    now functionally useless,
    yet conspicuously maintained.

    A doorknob in a wall;
    a bridge connecting two halves of air;
    a spiral staircase, leading

    I don’t know how much God
    spent building me, and I could
    probably figure the maintenance

    from gas bills and groceries
    and Netflix subscriptions but
    I know the cost to save me

    so I so often pray that I am
    more than a doorless balcony and
    that he would, once, tell me

    where my stairs

  • Tidy

    April 4th, 2020

    His single sheet
    of lined paper
    was aligned with his
    single pencil
    which rested atop
    his single table which
    wobbled next to mine.

    And though his hands
    were folded, waiting,
    and though his eyes
    were fixed, unwavering,
    into space, I think

    I was more expectant.

  • Gilligan’s Quarantine

    April 3rd, 2020

    i meant to write this yesterday
    as space and time allowed
    but my son came down in his baseball cap
    and asked to watch a show

    we’re trapped inside this iso home
    together and alone
    passing time adjacently
    as he just gets more grown

    so while my craft is withering
    and needs attentive care
    i’m not about to let this chance
    pass by me

    unaware

  • Writer’s Block

    April 1st, 2020

    They say cats bring gifts, wriggling, to
    our doorsteps because they don’t trust
    us to feed ourselves and so we should be

    thankful for snakes, voles, moles, and mice
    carried haughtily up the steps but
    I’m not the one who falls off the bed.

    Still I couldn’t think of a damn
    thing to write. Couldn’t catch the bird
    in the bush despite the pen in my hand

    as he sauntered toward the screen,
    robin thrashing in his jaws, and said,
    through a mouth-full of feathers,

    ‘Well?’

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