Jack Grapes

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Photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher

( The haiku are from Jack’s forthcoming book,
WIDE ROAD TO THE EDGE OF THE WORLD:
301 haiku.)

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Hearing Mom and Dad
fighting in the bedroom room.
Outside, the red moon.

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I lost who I was.
Then I found who I would be.
Only who I was knew.

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In the safe darkness
of the theatre I find truth:
Annie gets her gun.

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There’s Charlie Chaplin
running but getting nowhere—
a plan for a life

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falling in rhythm
to the buzzing of the bees
over something dead

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Would that I was wise,
not this enlightened monkey
wearing monkey mask

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They open my chest
and then put my heart on ice
while my brain simmers.

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To write War and Peace:
In the stationary store
ask for more paper.

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Poetry kills me.
I can’t face its stern demands,
heart filled with cobwebs.

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When I’m gone, I’ll sure
miss that dove whose song wakes me,
but will she miss me?

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Fortune cookie says,
“You will go on long journey.”
Pay check. Leave at once.

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How to eat this life?
Break the past into pieces,
eat one piece at a time.

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I love this sharp knife.
How it cuts the red pepper.
Salad filled with blood.

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My childhood is gone.
I don’t want to go back there.
Too much mystery.

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Once I was a dog.
No one was afraid of me.
I licked people’s hands.

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I’m a proud Virgo.
One day I’ll be organized,
surrounded by worms.

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Some things are too sad
to write about on paper.
My closed mouth writes too.

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Poems not money
give such meaning to my life.
Sometimes meaning sucks.

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Shakespeare, bricklayer.
Dante, the wise carpenter.
Me? Corn to chickens.

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At a loss for words?
Call Jack Grapes, home or office,
day or night, for help.

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I’ve squandered so much,
and given less than I could,
asleep in the rain.

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Sit still a minute.
Now, let your heart open wide
and see what falls in.

Jack Grapes

 

3 poems by Mike Meraz

M MerazYour soul
Slowly
Undresses
As
Ink
Moves
Onto
Paper.

____________________

Took a
Break
From
Living on
The
Edge

But now
I miss
The
View.

______________________

Artists are
Essentially
Magicians
Turning
So much
Bullshit
That comes
Their way
Into
Beauty.

_______________________

Poems & Self Portrait by

The Juice Bar is on Summer Hiatus!

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Thank you all for your devotion & juicy contributions!

L.K. Thayer is in a play called “O’Neill’s Ghosts”

Rehearsals start today for a September 5th opening!

(See previous post for info)

Too much is happening for me to split my focus

so I bid you a sensous summer and see you

this Fall!!  xoxo

– L.K. Thayer