Bio Note: I’m an old man of 75, and for some reason I began writing poetry again 5 years ago after a 40 year hiatus—why I stopped or why I began again eludes me. But since then I’ve been published in 136 lit mags [as of this week] in 11 countries and a trade publisher has [equally mystifying, seeing how little money is in poetry books] brought out 3 book length collections: The Enormity of Existence , Of Ether and Earth , and Soul Songs . And while this old man is bragging, I’ve been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net.
After Costco, Before Ukraine
You saw the lines weren’t too long so you went for the gas first--- spend a little time, save a lot of money you thought. But it took longer than you expected [too many ‘tanks’ as you call SUVs filling up their 50 gallon tanks] so by the time you went into the giant store, you were feeling like a crab trapped in a net as you wrestled through the weekend horde of bargain hunters… Finally at home, you plopped down in the comfy chair as the nightly news came on and sipped the fresh brewed French roast and ate a piece of rich chocolate cake you bought at Costco and felt a bit sad for those poor people in Ukraine as you watched war in hi-def. Still, the thought uppermost in your mind, as your eyes scanned so many dead bodies lying quiet in the streets like stones thrown randomly, was just how damn good the coffee was and how much you had saved going to the big box store…
©2023 Nolo Segundo
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