Me at Schmoetry: The Future Was A Secret That Winked In Their Eye Once

I made a poem called "The Future Was A Secret That Winked In Their Eye Once".

Me at Schmoetry: We'll Take This Place Like We Made It

I wrote a poem called "We'll Take This Place Like We Made It", but take heed. It's got the dreaded bad language and adult content.

Me at Schmoetry — Where I Was From When I Was Seven: Bearing Down Upon The Buoy

I wrote "Where I Was From When I Was Seven: Bearing Down Upon The Buoy" at Schmoetry, and you're invited to give the form a whirl yourself and share it. I want more poetry to be happening, and I think you're just the person to do it.

Me at Schmoetry: Here And Gone

Today is the last instalment of April's Friday five-minute breakfast poems at Schmoetry: Here and Gone.

Me at Schmoetry: Racing Into Funeral Plots

My latest bit at Schmoetry has a very sunny title: "Racing Into Funeral Plots".