Sunday, July 27, 2014

Money Management

I earn $23 in two hours selling chapbooks yesterday,
that puts me $7 over minimum wage,
which makes my time fill valued. 

I am certain that means
I can a survive a day out
in various Western Massachusetts towns,
complete with transportation, food, and a few wants.

I find myself spending the absolute
last of my earnings
on hearty Hungarian mushroom soup
and something called spanikopita

before joining my family of poets
at our traditional second Thursday gathering.

Moments after last mouthful,
I realize I forgot to save $1 for copies
of still unwritten poem
I plan to have critiqued tonight.

Praying the library takes checks.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Hollywood Does Good

NoteThis is part found, part erasure poem.  It's source is the e-mail the INSP network sent me about an upcoming movie called The Last Bricklayer in America.  

Touching… enlightening … hopehealing… human spirit

Bricks in his family business for fifty-seven years.
poured his

blood.. sweat…
and tears

into the craft
of forming
and laying bricks…

feels threatened …his skills… no longer
needed…as more and more…
people desire instant gratification…

business owners pride…
low expenses…
quick delivery of product…
over fine craft.

Henry loses his passion…                               for work…                                                    and life

a contract
to make 22,000 bricks
 for a new library..
 dedicated to his wife.

he feels
 he’s just another useless
 old man waiting to die.

he meets
thirteen-year-old Danny Potter.

Danny has his share of problems, too.
His parents are separated,
but when they’re together,
they bicker constantly,
and Danny can no longer
stand to be around them.



Meeting Henry gives Danny
an escape from the fighting,

a refuge,
a friend
and mentor.

 As Henry’s contract deadline looms,
 he and Danny work together,
 and they begin the difficult journey of healing.