FC Adverbus

we are FC Adverbusof the Grammar League,seasoned athletes ofthe muddy soccer fieldthe chaotic consciousnessbetween your goalpost-earswithin your writer's mind they say we're inferior toReal Adjectivus, Metaphoris United,FC Similium, Rhetoricaand all those other arrogantGrammar League squads - butwe're actually pretty damn goodat helping you to score oft-mocked and malignedby League ownersHemingway, Zinsser,Elmore and King(who once snorted … Continue reading FC Adverbus

Useless as Teats on a Bull!

ah, Springtime!sunshine, birds chirpingcrisp morning air, peace kissed Jane... later babe!happy day ahead!time for commute #1206 fired up Roddy'57 Chevy convertible!pulled out of the garagegathered speedlivin' large! yeah! uhh...what's that sound under the hood? sped up, louderslowed down, quieterstrange, eeriea thousand dollar sound back homeMike the mobile mechanicshrugged his shouldersfor ninety-five bucks phone rang.  Barry.“Where … Continue reading Useless as Teats on a Bull!

Blue Skies and Sunshine

~ for Diane Hudson ~ They gave you blue skies Sunshine Opportunity and love Unlimited Now God's giving them blue skies Sunshine Togetherness and peace Eternal Love to your Dad Love to your Mom Peace be with their friends With your family And with you - Paul Raworth Bennett Image credit: Tim Hill (Pixabay)

Did Michael Just Call My Name?

here we go again eleven of us stuck in eleven tiny black boxes built by servers and routers, from electrons, silicon and glass the usual yawnfest every damned morning at nine Jim just sits there smiling Dwight keeps interrupting while childish Michael our hapless boss has gathered us here to thrill us by unpacking the … Continue reading Did Michael Just Call My Name?

At the Beach

~ inspired by Jan Melnik ~ surfsong soothes my ears salty sweetness fills my nostrils whimsical breezes play upon my skin vivid pastels seduce my eyes, while your forge of creation mellows, sinks, and sleeps beneath the Earth Oh Mother Divine Gaia omnipotent, your sublime choreography whisks me away - if only briefly - from … Continue reading At the Beach

i say damn you, old Sol

"rage, rage against the dying of the light" Photo: Deborah Klein-deJong i say damn you, old Sol how could you paint us all in late summer's gold then just snatch it away and then ship it down South you've abandoned us leaves forsaken the forest it's November, it's dark and we're damp and we're cold … Continue reading i say damn you, old Sol

Swimming Lessons

having almost drowned inseductive, opaque pools oftoxic relationshipshidden withinjungles of codependencyI feared I could no longer swim desperate for a way outI stumbled throughdark thickets of uncertaintyfound an icyriver of avoidancedonned a fear preserverplunged in andfloated downstream pastmissed opportunities until one daythe forest released its gripmy river of avoidance endedand I met you your soul … Continue reading Swimming Lessons

The Angry Giant Zucchini

I hate you my little brother and sister zukes you're so cute, tidy, green, unblemished you seduce the gardeners winking your stupid orange blossoms whispering "Pick me! Pick me!" and then, enchanted, they'll carefully pluck you gently hold you slowly turn you around smiling, admiring cooing as if you’re some kind of newborn baby “Look … Continue reading The Angry Giant Zucchini

El Diablo, Tailor of White Curtains

my eyes closed, and thenafter minutes, or maybe hoursfrom deep within my silent mindfrom behind gossamer, silken curtains the colour of fallen snow...faded by the yearsshe reappearedand her heavenly gazecaressed my weary souland her velvet embracewrapped me in anticipationand she drew me towards herand we joined, delightfully, once again my eyes opened, and aloneupon my … Continue reading El Diablo, Tailor of White Curtains

I Can’t Breathe, Momma…

~ for George Floyd ~ breathing how miraculous! ever-present, reliable, obedient quietly keeping us all alive inhale, exhale, inhale exhale rhythmical, dependable feeding us with life-giving oxygen removing carbon dioxide in and out, in and out in and out I can't breathe... Momma!... Momma!... I can't... breathe... I'm... through... .... ... .. . Dear George … Continue reading I Can’t Breathe, Momma…

Supermarket Swingers

Six hunky, well-ripened avocados, nine hot young chilies and three smartly-pressed cloves of garlic seeking fresh, fragrant shallots and tart, juicy lemons for discreet, no-strings-attached Cuisinart group encounters in an upscale kitchen in Layville's desirable Tenderloin district.We're pepper-friendly and love salty humour. You're chill, GMO-free, at least 18 hours post-harvest, and willing to practise safe … Continue reading Supermarket Swingers

Galactic Diamonds

from deep within our laughing hearts we gathered the ancient winks of a million loving stars and the alchemist that is our passion melted them into diamonds which we threaded into a necklace of joy that encircles our common soul I will wear our gems with delight polish them with little surprises guard them with … Continue reading Galactic Diamonds

Finally Learning to Fly

by Paul Raworth Bennett many years ago under sunny skies as a young eagle who hadn't learned to fly I watched with fascination another eagle, high overhead, soaring the blue commanding the thermals he landed before me offered a fresh-caught salmon which I devoured his eyes called my name instantly, we were friends idolizing this … Continue reading Finally Learning to Fly

Anticipation

🙂 To hear this poem, use the player below 🙂 Anticipationby Paul Raworth Bennett brown glassy eyesthe unblinking gazeof adorationof infinite trustof pure til-death-do-us-part black button nosemoist, ready, twitching(just a little) pink tongue, spring-loadedwith a fusillade of kisses(and barely visible) eighteen pounds ofwarm, woolly,buff-coloured lovequietly perched atopfour floppy legs leaning forwardprimed for actionwaiting for the … Continue reading Anticipation

Dwindling in the Downtown Eastside

🙂 To hear this poem, use the player below. 🙂 large, littered, lonely fieldsoiled, sodden, sagging tentscursed, chaotic, chemical prisonshuddled desperately onpatchy grass and mud,lit by yellow flickersunder shaking fingerschasing the dragonbitter, brutal windicy, drenching rainthere but for thegrace of Godgo I - Paul Raworth Bennett

The Rally

filling a grand old theatrean orange cardboard armadaa sea of upturned optimisma rolling clamour of applausedecrying the avaricious one-percentersthe tin-eared politiciansin bed with the capitalist classthe private-yacht crowdthe loophole expertsthere is hope here, hope that a salmon named unity willconquer the river of cashsettle in a lake of compassion andspawn the warriors of justice-- Paul Raworth … Continue reading The Rally

Let the Great World Spin

by Paul Raworth Bennett(painting: "Let the Great World Spin" by Deborah DeJong) life is just so unpredictable!here’s what always seems to happeni plan my life, work hard, get my act in gearthings seem like they’re coming together nicelyand i feel pretty good!like life is just one big partyand i’m dancing all night long and then … Continue reading Let the Great World Spin

Eagillac

🙂 To hear this story, use the player below. 🙂 by Paul Raworth Bennett ~ for Barb Poole ~ A '59 Cadillac named Zoom She's a sexy, magnificent eagle Her elegant scarlet fins Yearn for the sky Her enticing gullwing doors Herald lofty adventures With joy and excitement I embrace Her muscular, feathered neck My … Continue reading Eagillac

Reunited

and then, atop a mess of soaked Egyptian cotton while water trickled from an overturned bedside vase as if savoring a cool spring after a week lost in the Sahara Remy and Anäis devoured each other playing each other's bodies like musical instruments - he was the sax, she the violin - until their harmonics … Continue reading Reunited