McGregor’s Garden Plot

McGregor’s Garden Plot

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A perky gourd among the pumpkins

	A perky gourd among the pumpkins



An image focal point in a garden cart “.”

	An image focal point in a garden cart “.”

		A perky gourd among the pumpkins



Became the index of a autumnal equinox subversion

	Became the index of a autumnal equinox subversion

		An image focal point in a garden cart “.”



Called out by the Right to Strife “.”

	Called out by the Right to Strife “.”

		Became the index of a autumnal equinox subversion



Scanners of BoysTown news

	Scanners of BoysTown news

		Called out by the Right to Strife “.”



Detected the GAHS, the Boy in the Boat has gone vegetarian:

	Detected the GAHS, the Boy in the Boat has gone vegetarian:

		Scanners of BoysTown news



No safe haven for Peter Rabbit

	No safe haven for Peter Rabbit



Another smear by Huffington of our BitB(w) mouse

	Another smear by Huffington of our BitB(w) mouse

		No safe haven for Peter Rabbit



Could be it for hetero-politic heros 

	Could be it for hetero-politic heros

		Another smear by Huffington of our BitB(w) mouse



Hopping down the bunny trail

	Hopping down the bunny trail

		Could be it for hetero-politic heros



Carrots all in though

	Winter is far, far away

	Carrots all in though

		Winter is far, far away

		Hopping down the bunny trail

Winter is far, far away

Beat back by hurricane fury no boy can overCOWman with a #1

Night stand fantasy read ‘.’

Beat back by hurricane fury no boy can overCOWman with a #1

Night stand fantasy read ‘.’

						Hopping down the bunny trail

All the straight men agreed

	All the straight men agreed 

Yahoo has gone the way of all flesh, to bedding

Plants that come up every other year

Like congressional con games “. . .”



	All the straight men agreed

Yahoo has gone the way of all flesh, to bedding



Plants that come up every other year

Plants that come up every other year

Like congressional con games “. . .”



Like congressional con games “. . .”

GAHS = Generally Accepted Horse Shit (pronounced as gee-ahz)

Spirit trumps Science

On July 31 it seemed like science, a human in awe of loss, as I spent the last day in Paris watching the daylight fade over famous landmarks. Today is the autumnal exquinox and as I listen to StarDate Radio I understand it was and is more than just physics:

Autumnal Equinox

Hundreds of people will gather at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst today to do something that our ancestors have been doing for millennia: watch the Sun rise or set behind pillars of stone.

Today is of particular interest because it's the autumnal equinox -- the day the Sun crosses the equator from north to south. It marks the beginning of autumn in the northern hemisphere. It's also one of two days when the Sun rises due east and sets due west; the other is the vernal equinox in March.

Over the millennia, people have built special places to watch for the equinoxes, and for the solstices in June and December. Many of these sites are circles of stones. The most famous is Stonehenge, but other ancient sites are found around the world -- including North America.

These sites inspired astronomy professor Judith Young to build her own circle of stones in Amherst. She put in small stones in 1997, and replaced them with slabs of granite in 2000.

Her circle is called a sunwheel. It's 130 feet in diameter, and consists of 12 tall blocks. From the center of the circle, four of the blocks mark the sunrise and sunset points on the solstices. Four more mark the northern- and southernmost rising and setting points for the Moon. And four more align with the cardinal directions.

So today, people can watch as the Sun rises behind the block that's due east, and sets due west, as it always does on the equinox -- no matter where you are.

Reprinted from Portable Poetry Portal - July 31, 2005

direction matters


sun is East coming up

goes South for lunch

down for dinner

setting on the West side

North, invited or not

calls the place and time

Where do I stand?

Once in a while I person has to pause and pose the question.
Find your compatriots. I share where I've been today.



Axis of Logic


Open Source Poetry at Indy Media



Open Democracy

The Innisfree Poetry Journal starting with Rachel Gavin's work, but check out the rest of the site.



The Creative CommonsKembrew McLeod

Aug 2005 Kembrew McLeod is currently an Assistant Professor, University of Iowa, Department of Communication Studies. In addition to being an academic, Kembrew is a self-professed prankster. In 1998 he trademarked the phrase "Freedom of Expression®" as a comment on how the intellectual property law is being used to fence off culture and restrict the way in which people can express their ideas. He is the author of two books: "Owning Culture" and, most recently, "Freedom of Expression®: Overzealous Copyright Bozos and Other Enemies of Creativity".

Fame is made a four letter word trap

Guilty Until Proven

Sleeping with the famous is easy
it gives a whore
A chance to score
Merely by exhibiting they’re sleazy

Nothing worse than piggy backing
mediocrity onto longevity
Critics blast it without levity
Call out FRAUD when talent is lacking

Ekphrastic poetry takes art colors
and turns them into words
Bad art turns into turds
Eliminated with stinking metaphors

Paint applied by brush or pallette knives
makes no difference
Crap gets no deference
It’ll get shredded like ex-wives

So it is with poor artistic practice
dependent on affiliation
Deserves nothing less than annihilation
Exploitation is its own artifice

My Paris Poetry - July 2005 Chapbook

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Deeper than words

Cows get it, do we

Said the poet to the grass
How do you read me?
Lie in me
Let me feel who you are
I have no eyes

You are not a book
Your spine is lumpy and long
Not straight and bound
Words flow through you
Making sounds like rocks splitting
in the springtime thaw

Lie here and keep me warm
I have no worms
To penetrate my depths
Words: simulacra of my thoughts
Shallow and plain
Cured into hay for winter
Hold my ruminations