Saturday, April 13, 2013

Script and charter writing

My latest contract project is writing a script to help managers gather solutions to problems from employees.  Much editing on the fly!



I also created several illustrations for learning events.

 

 
Meanwhile, the latest volunteer project involves editing a charter for a project important to me, and contributing to the eforest virtual writing community.


Life is good.


Monday, December 10, 2012

malus diversifolia

with malus toward none --
first food fight of summer:
Dr Newton v. Gravity

Cocktail talk sutras

https://sites.google.com/site/newsfromasmalltown/cache-for-zumwalt-prairie-poems/completely-nonconfessional/cocktail-talk-sutras

and NaHaiWriMo poems  -- pick 5 for the book by March 17




Vigilantes, beware
the second baddest son of a gun
in the county


zone internationale postale
my hometown
in numbers


x0xoX0
....x?
the story goes on


bright
across the color wheel -

the absence of blue


on my napkin,
cocktail talk sutras -
work, lovers, money, fear


in the garden
pincers waving -

the 'wigs are out.


half past snow
rain
drops!


indifference the scree
you leave sliding
down my life

found, thousands of years
out of fashion -
sagebrush sandals, Oregon cave


that slither, that hiss
winter torpor
rattlesnake hides


long line to the
queue train -

new yorq new yorq


fresh-baked hubris -
a pool of cold coffee

someone else to blame



warming up: wolves
coyotes, farm dogs

act two


a treat for all seasons
chili peppers , cheese -
broiled on chip, chip, chips


after the third frost,
the last stand of western larch -
Chief Joseph Mountain.


your dirty secret
no


past frozen
eiswein must -
an ordinary bottle



my Stetson
summer: sweat stains
in winter, stinging ears


half a bubble off
the viewfinder
out of frame


tap, tap tap tap
not so mobile home
hatch!


hears through the nose
sings through the eyes
no secrets


beaches and rocks
embrace the bullhead world
i will never invent water


all rise, all
fall: seasons before any
economic theory: boats





leaf by yellow leaf
the flotilla runs
almost aground



Saturday, December 8, 2012

Quailish


A poem in hand -
in the bush
quailish syllables scrabble