Cod on the Fridge

  Here, Grandma. Play your banjo.   “No way, child. There’s witches on the briar And a cod on the fridge. They’re out back brewing Syrup thick as pigs.”   Here, Grandma. Let me stop the wagon   “There’s the house. Inside I go. Oh! Cousin Jimmy! Why you naked like that?”   “Cheers, Mabel.…

Larga and Marinne: An Epic Not-Poem

The fifth of December in Lululand Saw the beautiful Marinne sitting in despair Upon the steps of Rumspiel Castle As she drank a Slurpee made Of raspberry tea.   “Oh woe,” she said to no one in particular, Eyeing the gardens of viorose and dandunia. “What is wrong?” asked Groundskeeper Joe, Sitting upon the steps…

The WilderSoul Rendition of I See You

Ha!  No, not a sea of words this morning, hiding under a vague, somewhat-unrelated and overly-long title.  How about music instead?  This is my friend WilderSoul’s rendition of an old poem that I wrote, back when I engaged in such frills as poetry.  I am deeply humbled that someone would want to sing one of…

Oh It’s You

It’s you Didn’t see you come in You’re so Sneaky   Where were you hiding? Under the staircase? In that wine bottle? Were you between the covers Of my yearbook? Because I heard something there Yammering away   You always make an entrance And set up a row Sitting on the stove Setting yourself on…