Tag Archives: Love

happy haw

& god make a fist one day
pulled a rib & make a lady
left a hole inside her that
mortal hunger ne’er could fill

then god make the other fist
custom fit for hungry holes
for to grease her up three ways
make muppets out of one & all

but i’s wise to him
that abba father ain’t no good
& devil plum misunderstood

& why that devil my lover?
in case anybody say
it cos he swear by consent
got a lovin’ temperament

the devil be my lover
yes is yes & no mean no
he hold me in our afterglow
he ain’t the beast they say

but i’s wise to it all
that abba father ain’t no good
& devil plum misunderstood

by TONY SINGLE
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GUEST POST // I Live in a House of Cats by Jen Payne

I live in a house of cats:

three before that were

one – Emily
after the poet
loved blue jays
a thing with feathers

and two – CJ
namesake Joy but
arrived with grief
that lifted with love

then 3 – Crystal
so full of life and love
she sparkled!

[ There were two drifters

Moose, who lived next door but preferred to garden here

and Little Black Kitty who learned to trust slowly but enough ]

Of course Lola,
Zen master
lost then found
found me

Now: Molly
Good Golly,
is Whippersnapper
a name for a cat?

by JEN PAYNE
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GUEST POST // Small Provincial Station by Chris Nelson

We met when we were strangers
On platforms changing trains
Time would never be the same
No season spoke the dangers,
Our faces wore expressions
Of kindred spirit found
Our voices made no sound
No doubts and no transgressions,
We stood aside the crossroad
And looked along each way
Hoping for another day
To break the secret code,
We met when we were strangers
On platforms changing trains
But I could feel the hurt and reins
Beneath my feet the dangers,
We met when we were strangers
But I knew even then
That I was nothing more
Than a small
Provincial
Station.

by CHRIS NELSON
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TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // A Valentine [From A Very Little Boy To A Very Little Girl] by Arthur Macy

This is a valentine for you.
Mother made it. She’s real smart,
I told her that I loved you true
And you were my sweetheart.

And then she smiled, and then she winked,
And then she said to father,
“Beginning young!” and then he thinked,
And then he said, “Well, rather.”

Then mother’s eyes began to shine,
And then she made this valentine:
“If you love me as I love you,
No knife shall cut our love in two,”
And father laughed and said, “How new!”
And then he said, “It’s time for bed.”

So, when I’d said my prayers,
Mother came running up the stairs
And told me I might send the rhymes,
And then she kissed me lots of times.
Then I turned over to the wall
And cried about you, and – that’s all.

by ARTHUR MACY (1842-1904)
Public Domain Poetry

GUEST POST // sustenance by Tremaine L. Loadholt

miss cooking for him
and on most days, for her, too
I cook anyway
energy needs assistance
I thrive on this love

by TREMAINE L. LOADHOLT
© All rights reserved 2022