“In A 40-Ounce Cup”

The secret ingreds…a half-part Sweet & Sour mix, an eighth part Cointreau, eighth part Grand Mariner, a few splashes of grenadine to “pink” up the place, a few table spoons full of fresh squooze key lime juice (Nellie’s bottled key lime juice acceptable), and a well-rested hammock in The Shade, complete with a pulley system to raise and lower the igloo-type fully-iced cooler with refill capability…Mix the above well, pitcher-ify the remainder that missed the first lap of the 40-oz fully ice cubed – not crushed, cubed! – container. Oh, yeah. make sure the hammock has a nearby high-boy stand/table big enough to hold the Bose remote to keep the sounds flowing. Enjoy!

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equal parts rum,

OJ and pineapple juice!

The rest is secret.

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“Sally’s Song”

from he second free site as I was still floundering – and foundering – through WordPress…must blame Christina Hollerbach-Simmons for getting me this far

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My mother was a witch, she’d say,

catching me at play with her behind eyes

at a breakfast feast for one.

“Which witch?” would I reply.

Red shoes or none, Dorothy’s Done,

and run with the sun.

It rained the night my mother died.

’twas well Heaven cried.

(revised October 8 & 9, 2013, from rewrites and edits of 2005, 2001 and July 7, 1995).

Copyright (c) 2015 by J Kirk Richards

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“Flashes of Light”

2nd ever WP piece

Other Poetry

flashes of light

leaking across the dark

catch corneal attention

like subliminal elephants marching

across an army ant parade on

one of those old pull-up junior high school

slideshow screens some folks used

for eight-millimeter home movies

a half-century ago

knowing it’s just peripheral

phantoms phosphor-playing about

my still-flashback-reacting flesh

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“Fission Or Fusion?”*

(May 28, 2018)

Fission or Fusion

not just two flavors of bomb:

Both come with “sprinkles!”

 

  • (Someday Real Soon Now – I promise not at all – I will get aroundtoit – I had a master gunnery sergeant hand me a wooden coin embossed with the word “RoundToIt” in honor of my successful avoidance of a certain Lieutenant Colonel’s repeated entreaties for me to produce an Officer Selection Office brochure featuring The Signs of The Zodiac – to find a better windupword for “sprinkles.” The public is invited to attend me with suggestions.  This whole device came to me at Oh Dark Thirty – 3:45 a.m. – Memorial Day Monday and finally I was forced to grab the Sidewinder cell-charger device and bring forth a one-diode light by which I scribbled – even more poorly than usual – the above haiku…about which the dream never replied to repeated implorements as to its meaning, its structure and its endword.  So much for dreams being helpful, neh? Enigma, thy name is Dream and thy vehicle Somnifacient! Which may be misspelled into a device delivering debris to hospital!)