Showing posts with label Fishermen s Terminal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fishermen s Terminal. Show all posts

Saturday, September 24, 2011

a big noise

"Pleep!" 

The OED word of the day is that piece of bird talk, so today’s "poem" comes from a neighborhood toddler.

Last evening I dropped a heavy bag into an empty recycling bin and started to walk away, only to hear behind me a small excited voice shout:

 “Mommy! That was a big noise! It scared my whole body!”

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

one shivering thought

I warn
the Reader
of the Enthusiasm 
To clothe one
shivering thought
in a hundred
thousand garments


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The OED word of the day for the erasure poem|commentary is 'wordmonger.' 

Today at Fishermen's Terminal, a guy working on the boat nearest me strolled over to check out what I was doing. "Oh, nice - kind of a collage, huh?" he said with a distinctly East Coast accent. Glad he said something before I did, which would have clued him into the fact that I had assumed the word 'collage' would not be in a fisherman's vocabulary. My [stereotyping] bad.