Okay, so I’m at this party? And this guy, okay, this guy says, “Let’s write surrealist poems.” He goes, like, “We each take a piece of paper, and write down a made-up title for a poem that hasn’t been written yet, fold the paper so our title doesn’t show, and pass the paper to the person next to us. We each write a new title on the paper, fold it, and pass it on. We do that three times. Then we unfold the paper we have and write a poem to go with each title. Each poem must have exactly ten words in it. Not ten syllables, ten words.” So, like, we did.

January 2006

Gray Day in January

Sky, slush, river–
Your eyes.
January thaws before that gray.
February 2006

I Always Hated Psychologists

Then I met you.
You make me feel so Jung.
March 2006


Is it real?
Does that matter?
I live with it.
April 2006

Wild Grapes

My hair is vine,
is leaf.
Green are my eyes.
May 2006

All of the Tasty Foods of the World Rolled Into a Tiny Little Ball the Size of a State

Taste and state
are anagrams.
Tiny? NY is IT.
June 2006


With deep enough thought
I can exterminate
what bugs me.
July 2006

Weasels Ruined My Holiday

Furry bastards!
Where are my Polaroids?
My toes? My fingers?
August 2006


Flying outwards,
unraveling into the universe
like human cotton candy.
September 2006

The Nosebleed that Exposed Me for What I Really Am…

…soaked my handkerchief blue.
All knelt before
the true king.
October 2006

A Day at the Garbage Dump

This! and this!
Look at this!
I celebrate treasure trove.
November 2006

Koi Pond

Reflection of a face
looking past the fish
remembering — reflecting

Sweeping Someone Else’s Steps

by Raúl Jara
It is advisable
to also use
someone else’s broom
December 2006

Because I Have No Secret

I will never have
a way cool backstory
on Lost

And This Time I Thought Up Two Really Good Titles

by Sarai Allen
But unfortunately I didn’t
Think up two really good


I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

One thought on “Poetry

  1. Jim Hilton

    March 9, 2011 at 10:52am

    A good poem for springtime, by Ogden Nash….

    I sneezed a sneeze into the air
    It fell to earth I know not where
    But angry were the looks of those
    In whose vicinity I had snoze.

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  2. Floyd Simeon Root

    April 29, 2016 at 1:16pm

    Finished reading Sage the fall of onagros. Loved the book. I gave great review on Amazon. I will be reading more of your books.

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  3. zeeshan

    November 14, 2017 at 5:47am

    i always looking about english poetry . you have write good poetry here specially phantasm .

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  4. Michael Hodges

    November 14, 2021 at 7:37am

    Reading these
    I came to see
    That I attend
    the wrong parties!

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