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The word: Wormhole

Taking New Orleans Seriously

That other world,
the one that plays
peek a boo
with your serious life,
rides in and out the wormhole,
clarinet in hand.
You might see it through the
stained glass of St Stephens,
stopping for jokes and
a sip of holy water
to ease the way down
Napoleon boulevard.

This is where that other world lives,
mowing the lawn,
fixing the screen door
dreaming lottery numbers
until the music starts
and plays the long night down.

That other world wonders,
when it’s time to leave,
If serious life

is worth saving,
with those storms
coming year after year.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On April 19, 2018 @ 5:55 am

The word: Enforcer

Haiku

Kind reinforcement
won’t fool my dog Finn, smelling
the enforcer’s will.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On April 12, 2018 @ 8:39 am

The word: Ephemeral

Open Mic

Come to the High Note!
Stay to hear
silverware back-sounds
fade away, to
silently say
the world is ready
for those ephemeral sheets
of you,
finally escaping their
dusty home.
Each poem,
a fireworks show,
lit and lobbed
overhead,
so briefly bright, moonlight
starlight, maybe a flashlight
that points your way
to the backseat
of your Dad’s car,
Into the box of
your Mom’s secret letters,
Across the threshold of
that dark room,
where you can finally
enter,
now that your words have been heard.
You will be moved, shaken
by echoes that don’t even
sound like you,
can’t be contained
in any of your old ways.
You’ll be ready
to live both these lives at once,
screaming and holding your ears
at the same time.
Let them fight for you if they will.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On April 7, 2018 @ 2:08 pm

The word: Quixotic

Undertaker Bees

Here they come,
dancing,
their bee arms entangled with
their dead.
Undertakers
struggle bodies out the door
try to let go,
but the dead forget
to cooperate.
They grab and hold,
the partners roll,
flip, lie on the carcass pile
slowly pry free the
small hooks and hairs
of their shared lives.
Quixotic drones
stopped flying,
eating, working,
but never stop belonging.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On April 2, 2018 @ 1:47 pm

The word: Curiouser

Afternoon Encounter

Ice eyed dragonfly,
silent motor spinning,
watches the crow,
watching me…
curiouser, curiouser,
more abrupt
than a beat cop.

He struts and stills me
in raspy call.
“C’mon, C’mon”
I’m ordered to
dance my understanding,
show my ID,
hope for the best.

Dragonfly moves aside.
The cop with steady eyes,
beak and claw
waits for the mistake
that always comes
in time for dinner.

He calls me out;
“someone new…
soft-skinned,
weak eyed,
phony feathered,
No Food!”

A warning caw
from the cop who knew
I was only pretending
to belong.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On March 22, 2018 @ 10:29 am

The word: Starlit

Particle and Wave

Maybe time won’t tell…
And even if it did tell,
would it tell the truth?
Many regrets are polished
into pretty beach stones.

What if time doesn’t know
a single thing about flying?

Doesn’t ever crawl,
or stand still?

Time must ignore the insult
of ferns, tulips, sunflowers
who still refuse
anything more routine than
light and dark.

Maybe it labors,
deep into the starlit hours,
repairing railroad watches,
glorified, in that golden filigree.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On March 14, 2018 @ 11:45 am

The word: Heartless | Ice Cream

Thanks, Martin. I am committed to some kind of response every time, regardless of how stumped I feel at first. I think stumpedness results in a product that is loose, which is good for me.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On March 13, 2018 @ 12:44 pm

Too Much

Everyone says I need more.

Saint Mark says

“worry about
your camel’s fat ass,
the needle’s thin eye.”

I worry about
Too much sunshine
Too much ocean
Too much meat,
not enough motion

Even ice cream
has learned to scream
about too much fat,
heartless lactose attacks

Have you heard of too much?
It’s everywhere I go,
stuff I don’t know,
too much,
everywhere.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On March 9, 2018 @ 4:40 am

The word: Cognizant

Cascade Time

Be willing
to crawl through mud
if it takes you
to that spot
where the earth finally speaks.
Listen with forbearance to
granite, basalt, piney loam.
Even the owls
have been too hurried
to hear their thoughts.

This is your home,
concrete, fieldstone, timbers
that witness
your stormy dream,
your family of twisted shoots, limbs,
needles and leaves.

From here, you might live forever,
fed to the babies of your babies,
and theirs.
Your name, spoken in a toast,
and in outrage or laughter,
remembered, at least,
by cognizant mud and stone,
still in the middle of
saying hello.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On March 3, 2018 @ 8:44 am

The word: Lymph

Sitting With Brian

Even cells have to decide
about selfishness.

Stop it!

bulging for more and more
tumor.

That’s my brother!

Poison-drinking
Lymph-eating
puss glutton
savages!

I’ve seen
half-lived lives
flash goodbye,
fireflies trapped
deep in that membrane.

Leave him alone!

That wide mouth tumor
has his body, and all he knows,
swallowed whole.

I want him back!

I want an explanation,
I want an apology
for hanging his star
in some other sky.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On February 22, 2018 @ 5:57 am

The word: Starmony

Starmony

Join the bats when daylight sinks
among Ponderosas.
Watch that black tide rise
up the trunk
erasing red-brown bark and
viridescent limbs.

Listen to
moonlessness howl at you
and the coyotes.
Learn to use peripheral vision.
Stars may be as far as they say,
but the light,
the light will be right on your face.
Sing starmony until the moon returns.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On February 14, 2018 @ 9:39 pm

The word: Inspiration

Over The Pass

The road has a way of climbing
before your eyes notice
the uphill tilt
the wider spacing
the more and more glinting rock
where the sky opens
and curves tighten up.

By then you are
part of something
you have no choice about,
even though you could pull over
or should have, when you were only
tilting a bit.

Everyone downshifts,
steers with both hands,
you know you will, too.
The climb is the inspiration,
It’s all you want to do
until you summit yourself.

Rest now if you like
take in the view
pat your dashboard with thanks,
no matter what you do
you will soon be on your way,
pumping the brakes
undoing yourself.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On February 8, 2018 @ 3:14 pm

The word: Knitting

Yarns

I watched closely.
She was knitting in silence,
fingers so focused,
her head slightly cocked,
eyes watching nothing
she lightly rocked

alongside her mother’s
mother’s mother and
the sheepherders,
the giving sheep, the goats
and llamas
who warm the infant feet of each family,
who shield seamen and captain
for the cold chase of cod.

She is ancient,
grateful,
open to voices
who speak without doubt
about
who she can be,
how to catch fish,
what the gravy needs
to make her father smile.

It’s a soft breeze drifting
from ear to ear,
knowing the world consists
of puzzle pieces
that take years
to find their spots.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On February 2, 2018 @ 1:09 pm

The word: Contracts

Flowery Lane

He claimed it the oldest
bridge in the country,
while we travelled
the wagon road from Plymouth.

A map
from his pocket
showed where the stranger lived
last October,
when the Goldens got soft
beyond anything but sauce.

He was seen
throwing those rotters
from the new freeway bridge,
contracted for forty years
of white silence.

It can only wait
for brown apple mush,
or the red- blooded last second
of rabbit life.

He claims it the youngest
bridge to learn how
concrete groans
before the first
Nor’easter cleans
it’s brutal skin.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On January 28, 2018 @ 10:41 am

The word: Fret

Disabled with a Dog

I am
a mobster of omission,
my fedora, sharp enough
to cut his witness throat.

But he is calm.
Nothing to witness,
nothing to fret.
He likes to say..
“Doing nothing is
a hard crime to prove.”

We wear down the day
together,
leaving only
the impossible repair of
unfaithful muscle,
broken promises.

He shows no conscience
about days of nothing,
pretends to sleep
through my apologies,
having leaned faithfulness
generations ago.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On January 18, 2018 @ 7:44 pm

The word: Voyage

Dinner, On the Road

If it was me out there,
I’d keep eyes on the squirrel,
not the cars.
Jump
some plump part,
search
bloody fur for a grip
Stay
in position to
Listen
for traffic.
Dodge
that pick-up,
Pull
meat and bone
toward the roadside weeds
Hope
my beak
has the lift it needs
to free organs from asphalt.
Our voyage can’t wait,
it’s time to
Swallow
that small smashed life
into mine.
Communion,
then flight.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On January 14, 2018 @ 10:10 am

The word: Generosity

I Belong to the North

The Canadian sky
becomes unframed
east of Calgary,
a full generosity of blue
stretches
roundly north
and only north.
My own eyes
feel the muscular pull.
East and west slant downhill
and the green muddy south becomes
only that land behind me.
I’ll follow prairie to tundra,
to ice that joins sky
the way an ocean can do
when the shore slides from view.
Today, I’ll find that place where
God’s lips inflate
the white world
with blue blessings.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On January 5, 2018 @ 5:18 am

The word: What if

Longest study ever

“Correlations suggested no significant stability of personality characteristics over a 63-year interval,” wrote the researchers.
What if…
“There is growing neuroscience research that suggests that our notion of a stable “self” is nothing more than an illusion,” wrote the researchers.
What if…

Personality….
the cash cow concept
may be running dry.
And who says a stable self,
a personality,
was ever our notion?
Your tool
Your weapon
Your way to fool us
into shrinking.
We are so used to
life in tiny boxes
we might not ever
stretch
Or ask
What if…

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On December 31, 2017 @ 10:30 am

The word: Antiquarian

Creamy Irish charm
makes the rounds,

antiquarian brogue
wafts the terminal…

and then the whistling.

“A nice whistle” said I

“That whistle was
my father’s before me”
said he.
“And is it a visit to Ireland
or a coming home
that you’re about?”

“I hope it’s both”

“Then I’ll loan you a whistle”

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On December 21, 2017 @ 12:26 pm

The word: Chapter

Leaving

I saw the last chapter start,
pieces of us
coming apart
your coat peeling off
with your heart
still in it.
I couldn’t feel happiness
in your skin.
I waited
…but you slept.
Every inch of thigh
of you
every too-large dream
of you
all the storm that
is you
was perfect
in fading light.
I wanted only to fade
that gently.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On December 13, 2017 @ 2:49 pm

The word: Crestfallen

The Sunday Visit

Meet the waiting
the wounded
their rubber-tipped props,
broken histories
have stopped.
“Mother is coming today”
“Help me find the way”
Missed buses,
missing spouses,
estranged shirt buttons,
they refuse
crestfallen mortality.
“Can’t you stay?”
“Let’s go home”

Not today.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On December 7, 2017 @ 6:42 am

The word: Peace

Sunrise

Sit long enough
to be blessed
in pre-dawn silver
not waiting
nor recording for
another time
only sitting to see
how a planet dances
around a star
How silver fades
to golden sunlight
and tight Aster petals open
in harmony
in peace
in honor of the
planet dance.
Sit long enough

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On November 30, 2017 @ 4:07 pm

The word: Age

Age of Reason

You once knew the fortune
of tender pink skin,
free to touch
every bit of it,
commit every sin,
when you lived on the other side
of the age of reason.

You had to be told
of innocence
after it had
tumbled down the street,
outgrown, they said
never offered again…

Did you believe them?…

about the weight of
your free will
with no mention of
your wings
and all that sky
so high above you?

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On November 22, 2017 @ 11:50 am

The word: Happiness

Leaving

I saw the ending start,
pieces of us
coming apart
your coat peeling off
with your heart
still in it.
I couldn’t feel happiness
in your skin.
I waited
…but you slept.
Every inch of thigh
of you
every too-large dream
of you
all the storm that
Is you
was perfect
in fading light.
I wanted only to fade
that gently.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On November 17, 2017 @ 1:24 pm

The word: Proactive

My Pink Pony

She Rides, naked and blind
the stallion
who was pink pony
just last week.
Restless in her body,
unsure of what it wants
when it wants to be seen
by sweaty men who smell
of green earth
and see her as blue sky.
Proactive moisture invites her in,
through caution words
now so thin,
she can breathe them aside,
ride and ride.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On November 8, 2017 @ 11:11 am

The word: Home

Same Old Home

I hate going home,
finding my bones
so carefully displayed
for me to see
the selves
rejected
left behind,
still wrapped
still waiting to say
“Told you so”.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On November 2, 2017 @ 9:42 pm

The word: Humanness

Salty humaness,
enough to sink and drown in,
clings to an eyelash.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On October 25, 2017 @ 7:43 am

The word: Love

I know you won’t agree
that I saw you bleed
more than
once
for my visions.
But I did,
and learned to open
my own veins
with razors so sharp that
scars don’t show,
or speak, nor remember
how easy you made it look,
with all your practice,
and heritage,
your swollen goodness.
I said “You’re the best person I know”
when I started
to measure myself.
It never moved me an inch…
until you scoffed,
looked at me
like I was empty.
Told me to learn
goodness with
some kind of grace.
I am at least
a little proud
of small thin scars,
a little surprised
to have learned
anything at all about love.

» Posted By Kevin Geraghty On October 20, 2017 @ 4:51 pm

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