Poetry by townee

 

pterodactyl

fruitless red-
headed pomegranate

angel; her
collar a garland.

hungry as fire;
whose reborn body
has yet to become flame.

the seed inside, dry;
no flicker of an eye.

wax wings,
not unlike holly; only
with its claws broken.

what more
than mites,
that wander on
your green skinny?

 

plucky

plumbs, coming;
just as cherries are
blushing on the trees;

little figs
hidden
with big,
inhibited
leaves.

most tomatoes
grow so close;
don't hang ...

and apricots caught
in an act of chutzpah
that almonds judge

obvious.

 

 

 

filament

a white-
hot, hollow, window
of fire vibrates inside

you, screw.

 

 

 

About the Author

 

i've written well-over 2,000 poems.

my work has appeared:

100 poems: the sacramento anthology
poetry depth quarterly
kookamonga square
locust magazine
poetic express
pig iron malt
kinte space
kotapress
wordsalad
stirring
embark
dwan

i've been a feature at tower books,
read at the crocker art museum,
written for the news & review,
and mick martin's video guide.

my first collection was: "euphemism;" my latest is: "cookie hooks."

i have a degree in journalism & history;
served 3 years in the us army;
have two daughters (14 & 1);
i take care of three cats (all strays);
i work for ups and the ca. dept. of vet affairs; am 25 percent disabled;
i am an amateur musician/songwriter (i'll try playing anything).
i cook; hiked mt. whitney twice; love tennis; i was born in taiwan, and have visted germany; france; spain; and nearly every u.s. state.