December 14-20, 2009: Liz Minette and Max Dinckmann

Liz Minette


Bio (auto)


I have been writing and publishing for about 10 years Some publication credits include Mississippi Crow, Blood Lotus, Main Channel Voices and Third Wednesday among others I sustain writing and life by working at a community access television station I am listening right now to the wind wrap and rattle itself around my house-December is here.

The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by Liz Minette and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Antenna Towers

Their lights sashay
up and down the backdrop
of an evening sky baked
like velvet.

Heartbeats, over and over,
the lights are
red satin dance steps,
a woman going out
dressed in bangles.

They are again, again, again,
or here I am here I go –
channel off, channel on.

Garnets of command perhaps,
the lights wink “Come”,
they wink “Closer”.

Their towers whisper and buzz
to rock, vetch, to anything hiding
or wanting as the lights pulse
their blood rhythm all night.

Until dawn rubs itself into being,
and the lights blink home home sleep.


an idea in
the well-weeded
garden its purple
exclamation points
leave my mouth
ajar the thistle
a hairy stem
w/a white flower
a fairy’s petticoat
flapping on
a green wire
red wing
blackbirds have
unbuttoned the
shirts of ripe
i harvest the
green ones &
the thistle
place it in a
jelly jar next
to the sink
green tomatoes
rowed on the shelf
above wait this
change doesn’t
please thistle &
it soon departs
slumped shoulders in
a brown paper coat
under green moons
turning blood

Dream Poems

I dream poems Good ones I write I’m a writer I dream blue silk
scenes, blue milk
floors with dark people
frozen standing
on them And straight dark
letters words typed on a page
white being shown to me
by these dark people
planets spinning below their eyes Fingers spread out on
bubbled green glass tables,
they talk about this great writer
that isn’t me,
and wouldn’t I like to read
one of these poems
not written by me
written by me.






Max Dinckmann


Bio (auto)


I live in Westerly, RI I have been writing poetry for years, serious and humorous I also translate in four languages I have published (at my own expense) five books of poetry, with two more I hope to publish in the near future I write about all kinds of subjects which reflect my education, reading, and travels.

The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by Max Dinckmann and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


The Senile Moose

An old senile moose on the rut
with impaired eyes and nose,
mustered up his drive and courage,
but mistook the bucks for does
who notwithstanding his dotage
found him a pain in the butt.


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