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!

The Watery Path Not Taken

~~ Chasing the Rainbow ~~ (inspired by Jan LaFountain Melnik) two curves converged upon the distant shorewhere skinny pond engaged with bright rainbow...I knew a pot of gold would lie in store!to slosh through water, nothing pleased me more...but would the magic last? I didn’t know I wished that I could run that liquid trailbut … Continue reading The Watery Path Not Taken

It’s Your Day, Mom!

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!With Love and Gratitude! well Dad, he calls you Marillynbut I just call you Momand to your now-grown grandchildrenit's Nana you've becomeback when I was a naughty boyI'd drive you 'round the bendyou'd spank me with that wooden spoonbut love me to the endtoday and every other dayI hope you'll feel admiredI … Continue reading It’s Your Day, Mom!

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

She Sings my Body Electric

~~ for lovers everywhere ~~ she sang my body electric whenthat frosty February daybefore she slowly walked awayshe gave her phone number to meand to a date she did agree! I’d sat beside her on the busso many things we did discuss! I surely hoped in two weeks’ timeshe'd be my teenaged Valentine she sang … Continue reading She Sings my Body Electric

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

Farewell, 007

alas, we've lost Sean ConneryThe Man Who Would be Bondepitome of braveryhe was well-brained and brawned by trading on his handsome lookshe'd bed a bonny lassand then he'd go and vanquish crooksand do it with such class when Bond would chase bad guys with zealGoldfinger... Dr No...it wasn't long before we'd feelthe thrills and humour … Continue reading Farewell, 007

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…

Area Man Discovers the Joy of Shoes Without Laces

from: The Pepperville Tribune Tuesday, June 2nd, 2020 Pepperville resident, Ben Wilson, has recently discovered the satisfaction that comes with not having to tie up his sneakers every time he puts them on. It seems 47-year-old Wilson found this out only recently, while searching in vain for the eleventh pair of his usual lace-ups at … Continue reading Area Man Discovers the Joy of Shoes Without Laces

The Birds of Aleppo

by Paul Raworth Bennett ~~~ a tale of hope, for the people of Aleppo ~~~ Before the summer of 2011, hundreds of species of songbirds such as swallows, warblers, wrens, chickadees, and nuthatches would serenade and sooth the citizens of Aleppo, a Syrian city of almost 5 million. Twice daily, when the sun painted the … Continue reading The Birds of Aleppo

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

To Rhyme is Divine

dismissive champions of free verseare wont to scorn and even curseus bards who like our poems to rhymeas ignorant of thoughts sublimebut unlike bingeing on YouTuberhyme makes us solve a Rubik's cubenot plastic squares of red and yellowbut grey matter, like hardened jelloyes rhyming schemes can lead astraythe messages we thought we'd saybut hanging in … Continue reading To Rhyme is Divine

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

Ode to My Wheels

hey there, beautiful eyes! gorgeous, giant, round ringed by rubber eyeliner joined by steel tubes are you silently winking at me calling me seducing me yet again? you spin backwards counter-clockwise in invisible sockets dialing back my years you roll forwards chasing adventures pursuing discovery your spokes are two sets of eyelashes, fluttering at me … Continue reading Ode to My Wheels