Family Double Dactyl Poems

Beaverish, feverish
hot Mrs. Cleaver wished
that her affair had not
given her clap. 

Fast Eddie Haskell, her
boy-toy, that rascal, his 
transmissibility
claims were all crap.

“Tickle me, pickle me,
say...

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Wildilee Woldilee
Louisa May Alcott
writer from my childhood
so very warm

worked to support family
transcendentalists
who taught tenderness
which she did conform






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LOVE is the first point of the happy.
LOVE is the first step to heaven.
LOVE is the first line of the heart garden.
LOVE is the first...

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(Photo memory )
 Raining forward with the honey hue of summer.
I beg for the expression which reflects a smile.
I am but a boy growing.

So my...

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I’m not a big San Francisco 49ers fan even though I live in the bay area, but I get to read all about them in...

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Gluggamous-fluggamous
Grandfather Thaddeus
went to the grocery store
bought him a lime

Home with tequila and
salt coated shot glass he
unceremonious
lost track of time.

Spitimy-bitimy
Grandma Penelope
done with her work early
home she...

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Grief that constricts my heart,
Cages its screaming walls,
Grinding its bars roughly into its flesh…
Where they meet, blood oozes, 
Life does what it chooses,
Heart shies away...

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