Long Snowbank Poems

killed under the wheels of a gravel truck, January 29
that's what the headline read that day so long ago-
at noon a girl was crushed to death beneath the
rear wheels of a fully-loaded gravel truck, the...

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I'm a polar bear, just that.
          Don't ever call me bi-polar
      or I'll angrily maul you to death!

   ...

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"Angels danced the day you were born and 
they wept when they welcomed you home."
Quote by -  LuLoo 

My mother often told me that the day my sister Suzanne was born that she
became a...

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The road was like a flood

Just like what was in her head

I thought as I stared at the blood

And my friend was close to dead

That tragic and fateful night

When her car was in a wreck

And...

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Another snowy day in paradise.
We're just not used to this stuff.
The guy trying to dig his car out by hand,
well, he doesn't look so tough.

There's a shovel by the door for all to use
but genius-boy...

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Tired body aches. Long walk on starry night -
ears attuned for bear at creek, or cougar.
Nothing, not a doe.
                ...

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Written March 8, 2012

Death mixed with morning rain and darkness,
Icy patches hidden on the pavement
Lived comfortably on the outside
As I rode along in my car like the 
Planchette of a Ouija board.

Unaware that the power(s)...

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November descends delicately,
          crisp, crimson-gold
   landing languidly midway between 
          'Shall I compare thee to...

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I placed my sword down in the snow
outside the dragon's lair
and breathed in deep the sulfur smell
that hung in the clean crisp air.

and lo' my heart was heavy
weighted down by my fear and despair
I thought...

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Little boy scales the snowbank
          in Spider-Man boots 
          stomping snow,
      ...

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Fog on the road, white out conditions.
Cannot see a thing; wind bats car back and forth
Sideways, as we try to advance forward.
Slap. Slap. Drive. Slap. Slap.Drive.
The windshield wipers appeared to have turned on.
Oh, I guess...

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“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome." ~ Anne Bradstreet

Winter’s quick wind slips shadows through my...

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on her lawn
four pink plastic flamingos 
                 peak above a March snowbank
twisted forms caught in forlorn evasion
beak-body contortions like...

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Charming in his capotain, and
Christmas-red cape, alongside
His plain-costumed puritan wife.

Maritime tall masts,
Snow-capped spruce,
Blushing-white clouds.

Sailors offload merry assortment —
fancying their Claus-like chores.

Old New York spectates by the shore —

The “blue eye” of the Santa-sea,
Brings old-fashioned fillers
For...

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Jack slide across the slippery ice to land on his…
Ass frozen like an icicle in the dead of winter…
Calling out “help me, help me!”
Kicking his body every which way he…

Falls yet again on the cold...

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