Zombies in Paradise
Today they’re recruiting for the Corps of the Undead;
in fetid cubicles they anticipate more dead.
Collaboration
Disaster Wireless
broadcast from the village loudspeakers, far away, like a scratchy 1940s radio. a language for bees or aliens. the nashi in the village orchards are coming into their sweetness.
Give-and-Take Ghazal
I would like to give more than I take
in this world of takers. I forgive
others for being snippy or falling short …
Shorthand 6-Pak Rondelet
Too long; didn’t read
Didn’t want to miss Stranger Things
Too long; didn’t read
Watched Batman on YouTube instead
Of reading about men with wings
Or women having flings with kings
Too long; didn’t read
Tabletop Pantoum
The calendar is on the table
next to the three-hole punch.
The coffee is cold in the cup.
There is a jar holding pens.
The Weather
Imagine the Earth is eating crackers in bed.
The crumbs are our lost days. They look toward
the coup de grace of the great Shaking Out
of the Quilt.