Untitled (Woman with Blue Mirror) by Bob Clyatt This summer I am looking ever more like my mother once did. My hair flowing halfway down my back as I walk the streets of our neighborhood past old Victorian houses, warehouses, under the overpass, just past a Starbucks, and into an urban garden. Through my earphones [...]
Archive for the ‘Poems’ Category
Untitled (May 7, 2012 – San Jose, Calif.)
May 8, 2012
Newly Blinded Woman
April 17, 2012
“I miss the things which people take for granted the most such as seeing the sky and the sea.”
A sly, candescent purple iris
March 6, 2012
A sly, candescent purple iris blossomed on my nightstand while I slept dumbly beside it. In the otherworld of night it unfurled its yellow tongues to whisper drunk & lovesick dreams to me. What’s this about my lover constructing a mobile home out of an old school bus? What’s this about my [...]
Big Fish
February 9, 2012
(work in progress… or is it done? hard to tell…) I caught a big fish this time. I hadn’t been out for awhile. Maybe I’ll take him home for supper, rub him with oil, butter— really moisten him up. Maybe this one’s big enough to fill me up to my lungs. So I can hardly [...]
A few steps from the How-to-Be-a-Good-Human Handbook
November 5, 2011
#342: Once in awhile be sure to look yourself straight in the mirror—no, not at your nose—straight in the eyes—and give yourself a good hard smack on the cheek, then smile to your reflection and say, “You are a good human.”
A poem in progress re. http://autos.aol.com/article/new-york-city-accident-insurance-fraud/
April 16, 2011
That’s not the story. That’s not even the story—The man you call a Fraud wasn’t thinking at the time about the insurance money he could collect when he Swerved to the side of the Bronx freeway at rush hour and ran out to help the truck driver who’d jack-knifed his haul. He wasn’t thinking about [...]
Southern Ghosts
December 1, 2010
Here we recognize condensation on windows and mirrors as the breath of ghosts. This is the last place on earth for believers. How can we not honor the dead here? The venerable hairs of old women Hang from their knotted lineage Draping green-grey ash everywhere.
Mid-Morning, Almost Noon, Saturday.
November 20, 2010
Cooked a breakfast of sautéed onions and Dinosaur kale over a warmed up baked potato, with one fried egg on the side dotted in Tabasco sauce. A new country breakfast I called it. My neighbor who called to me from the other side of the small courtyard to inquire about my breakfast said that was [...]
Eagle vs. Eagle (Art / Life)
August 13, 2010
Life / Eagle vs. Eagle mid-air fight http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=106106563 Art / “Feather by Feather” by Smog
