Smaze Poems - Poems about Smaze

...I am not yet tall-table high. Mum turns up the blue flames, lowers the thick sausages, dripping crackles, the iron skillet is licked fat. The meat finds its voice, a splutter of buttery smaze......

Continue reading...

...I am tall-table young. Mum turns up the blue flames, lowers the thick sausages. Dripping crackles, the iron skillet is licked with fat, a nutritive sizzle. The meat finds its voice; a splutt......

Continue reading...

...It’s taken care of. A friend of ours who owns property by the Ohio river has agreed to make use of her pontoon boat, to take my ashes, to scatter them. I have been working toward this, making ......

Continue reading...

...Yonder there, where twig figures bend and blink out as a sea-swell slugs the beach, there the netted thrash, then hauled, toggled and pinched yet more, into a gill-snagging catch. Far away a vi......

Continue reading...

...She turns up the blue flames, lowers the chops. Dripping crackles, iron is fat licked - grease on her fingers. The meat finds its voice, splutters of buttery smaze. The pork is in bloom. The......

Continue reading...

...Mornings are littered with gnawed husks, charred mouse-tails. March is burning its strew. The limbless braid a thawing earth into knotty threads. On wet lines flannel shirts poach in a ......

Continue reading...

...* For Jessica Alba ... and the splendor of her smile. * Oh, the enigma of her face ... Its melting mysteries and moody veneers When sad, like a brumal, aching, mist-muddled beach ......

Continue reading...

...Walking from the horrid old motel, and out into the smaze, a suffocating day, worsened now, by a mocktail shade of smog in mockumentary proportions, she flounders in a fog. Too dazed by crazy......

Continue reading...