May 12, 2015 
Comments Off on Miens to an End
No kidding
I need kid gloves—
not boxing–
spiked
or
> open-ended <
the hand hold
deuces at best…
dependent on
far too many
wildcards
–bluffing skills, mainly
fake it ‘til you make it
poker face
no wayfarers, though
mouth guard
tic ~ talk goes the clock
and
venue.
B.Y.O.E.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 5, 2015 Comments Off on Context is Everything
I’m all mixed up
jumble
–drawin’ a blank
scrabble
–cant seem to find the right way to say
word find
opposing views don’t always need such vehement expression
cross words
such expression can go over the top
hangman
be misconstrued
bee miss Spelled
turn 15 minutes into
black magic squares
render sentiments into
re’sentiments
aka
Ghosts.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 1, 2015 Comments Off on Art-less = Art•i•sans
pick
art
out of artifact,
and what do
i
have?
a distinctly
less mystical
mass
f
a
c
t
& wash art
away
from
artifice,
and where am
i
then?
whole lotta fuss
over
nothin’
f
u
s
s
& clip
art
out of
articulate
and
how do
i
respond?
c
u
late
…er…
más o menos
April 28, 2015 Comments Off on Buy Karen
Hello, kidrows…rows of kids…blogg-ettes & blogg-ers…punchers of keys, clocks, and drinX…
Just a note to encourage one and all to swing by Meat for Tea–A Valley Review, wherein a recent publication of mine is–ahh–publicated. Yes, in PDF, print, and pretty colors, my essay:
Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door is available for purchase and bird cage liner right at this very moment!
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What? You still here? G’wan then…have a click over and check out this awesomely named journal with discerning taste–I mean–they use meat for tea, don’t they?
(they do)
All jestin’ aside. Your support is much appreciated, as writing levees an unseen toll on a writer that goes far beyond the cost of ink cartridges.
(The number#2 pencils, alone!)
click to surf over.
And here’s the link to latest publication: PMS Diatribe, featured in Blue Crow Journal, issue # 4. A short story with a humorous bent, it keeps company with several other fine artists’ works. I appreciate anyone who buys it. M-W-A-H.
April 26, 2015 Comments Off on Ewe Got Plenty of Mutton
I’ll never be part of the heard…
I’ll always be art of the said,
the speaker of all those BIG words,
the herd cant get out of their head.
Not shaven, not shortened, not sheared–
but growing by virtue of speech.
sweet nothings that fill up the ears,
of sheep designated for fleece.
I’ll never remind you of ewe…
My wool can negate your ram.
spoken, or spiel’ed, or spew
knit sweaters with letters—I can!
Not Mary, not Jesus, not law
will ever describe me as lamb,
the chops that I got are in jaw–
the thoughts that I jot are mint jam.
©Karen Robiscoe
April 10, 2015 Comments Off on Stop Watch
Q: Alice Little why’d
you wander
after rabbit
falling under
lepas lure
was it wonder
or waistcoat watch
that led you yonder?
A: Neither, nor
I tell you plainly
led me forth
it was mainly
rabbit feet
I find them dainty
besides the fact
they’re lucky—ain’t they?
Q: And when below
you quaffed in quarts
abandoned potions
cakes, and tortes
growing tall
and shrinking short
was that prudent
before Queen’s court?
A: I must agree
my judgment failed
when aromas
nose assailed
delightful scents
made senses bail
–excepting cakes
they proved quite stale…
Q: and what about
Mad Hatter’s fest
that you attended
on your quest
empty-handed
was that best
from uninvited
party guest?
A: In retrospect
I should have skipped
the gathering
or brought some dip
but in defense
my ass was kicked
from all that happened
on my trip.
©Karen Robiscoe
April 7, 2015 Comments Off on Popped
skipping thru
bubble gum culture in a fog
ponging and bonging ears
–hair drugged up on Peroxide
an’ so high
it buzzed bee-hive high
her cover—jealous, so she
gave her face its fix, too
tying off flab by the dime roll
spank you very much
because soda pop bones
break with the smallest provocation
©Karen Robiscoe
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