Body Bags And American Flags by Edward Mycue

BODY BAGS AND AMERICAN FLAGS for John Bennett of Ellensburg, WA Bags and Flags: images in those words. What follows: some haiku revisited failure of a rocky table. Guy and gals meet and mate in the thanatosis of final attractions Continue reading Body Bags And American Flags by Edward Mycue

November by Edward Mycue

November Childhood desire turns life’s wheels, these large hoops, propelling them with sticks under the tall park elm trees. Movement of wheels. Everyone there is here now within you and all of your kin and all of your kith are Continue reading November by Edward Mycue

Boatman Waiting by Edward Mycue

Boatman Waiting River of life life river the river life life a river bed all pass through Our earth is a riverbed our river of life River Styx forms a boundary between life, death Charon, the ferryman, carries souls across Continue reading Boatman Waiting by Edward Mycue

Farthest Shore by Edward Mycue

Farthest Shore My mischances shaped my apprenticeship-muscles When you are young you don’t know what’s coming Life is not the same poetry now, just verse My inner sanctum let joy become lost in Cairo I grasped failures through a lengthy Continue reading Farthest Shore by Edward Mycue

Bronzed Pair of Booties by Edward Mycue

Bronzed Pair of Booties — bronzed pair of booties holding down a sagging telephone line, — picture from a gone time but one that is still just out my window here on fulton and octavia streets next to olive trees Continue reading Bronzed Pair of Booties by Edward Mycue

Happy Happy by Edward Mycue

HAPPY HAPPY (For Alice Toklas & Gertrude Stein, in their 2 spouse/one spice womanist domestic recipe, Alice holding a spoon, Gertrude a pencil &, Alice typing, cooking, entertaining, loving)* Ok cool No sweat Hot stuff Warm it up So yesterday Continue reading Happy Happy by Edward Mycue

Sisters by Edward Mycue

SISTERS Everyday is my sisters’ fresh borne heroic task To set straight and smile and surge forward Everyday some people get fired, terminated, Let-go, sent-away and everyday sisters press on Everyday for each one of our flower sisters Is a Continue reading Sisters by Edward Mycue

Disheaded by Edward Mycue

DISHEADED You well and toasty warm? Life not dissing you? (dis for disrespect, disturbed, disregarded, etc.) When you spell it dys as in dyslexic, dysfunctional, dyscalcularic, it sounds maybe like “diced” as in chopped and diced. Better we should think Continue reading Disheaded by Edward Mycue

The kind of youth I was by Edward Mycue

The kind of youth I was came from many antecedents — meaning “I didn’t get it off the grass” to quote a Dublin-born grandmother, Margaret Powers Mycue — and here is a rough little sketch written 5 yrs back. I’d Continue reading The kind of youth I was by Edward Mycue