dr. fell

Non amo te, nec possum dicere quare;
Hoc tantum posso dicere, non amo te.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Wattle I do?

Quand'ry for a soul that's brittle:
Here before me stands a bottle
Tempting me more than a little.
Ease my aches a tasty jottle,
But will I stop at one mere tittle
When I'd fain go where every sottle?

Friday, September 23, 2011


For you to go, have one "O".
"To", in use as a preposition, has only one "o".
Double, you add "W". Two.
"Two" is a very specific number.
Still more to come?  One more wheel, too.
"Too" means "also" or  "extra". 

Monday, September 17, 2007


small cap sheet
Medicare drift

flirtation eel
seventy blubber
unearthly crossbow
pliable barter

ultimate pain
gloomy hair-raising
paramedic drunk
nonfat unbeaten

other as
blazer edible
Are burton at marrow
For no prove
Abashed Lenore

Tuesday, July 31, 2007


such summon
covetous espouse
of methods that send
as though looks
dainty life preserver

among deplete
nutshell shold always Writers
smarts plus sign
in termagant
without having save

gas pedal prelude
procure up-and-coming

Monday, July 23, 2007


A collection of entries from the sidebar of Composite Drawlings, after they are replaced by new verses.

squad car speak
measures expert minded
one posted
just make sure has
return crossing

geopgraphy family
televise sturdiness

inundation wrote
library brought wasnt
door San Francisco
and he makeup

Saturday, January 27, 2007

How can I have a bee in my bonnet?

How can I have a bee in my bonnet
When I have no bonnet to wear?
The top of my head has no hat or bow on it
But only a great knot of hair.

My sweet Cousin Sue sports a silken puggree,
Aunt Bess has a tile most sublime
At the Door
Yet I have no mill'ner to make me less ugly --
The judges of style call it crime.
Thinking Woman's Hat

My sisters, all three, top their coifs with panache
Three Sisters
But I let no elegance show
I'm lacking sombrero for want of spare cash
And that's why I'm feeling so low.
Feeling Low

Saturday, January 20, 2007


The sun sinks away and the earth
Becomes secret:
Baying hounds, barking dogs, echo each
One another.
The laughter of two lovers
The breath of a stranger where it
Does not belong.
Spanish moss a veil the
Bride moon
Hides behind,
She casts a bashful reflection upon
Silent waters
And whispers,
Dreams, dreams, dreams.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Electoral College

I make my puny voice heard
I said
I vote!
Swing that curtain around behind me:
I’m somebody -
One of zillions forgotten until today
I said
I am!
Pull those tiny switches
Slap the lever
Down, down, down
Choosing the one to speak for me
I’m protecting my tiny
Piece of pie
This box my room
My bed
My body
My name
My memory
Mine, all mine.

The sun will never set on me
Now I am immortal
Because I elected this man
We call for
A recount.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Monmouth Civic Orchestra plays another hand

Poster: Monmouth Civic Orchestra concert, Nov. 4, 2006

This poster will remain at the top of my blogs until the day of the concert.

For further information, please either leave a comment here, e-mail me via my blog link, or go to The MCO's Home Page. Right now, going through me is faster, though. The MCO's primary focus is on producing excellent musical performances, not on cyberstuff.

Please, support your community arts programs.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Wednesday, June 21, 2006


Postcard: Long Beach Breakers

It was nothing special
Just a spiral near the shore –
A place the lake forgot to water
Then the currents carried to it a
Fragment – flotsam –
From a weeping willow tree
Still green, recalling clearly
What it was to be with others
Alive in a family of tree.
Now independent,
The branch flirts
Spinning slowly
Leaves dipping and teasing
At the eddy's edge
Never allowing full embrace:
That would mean
Being devoured.
The eddy does not draw in
Its newfound companion
On pain of
Being choked, strangled,
Stifled into nothingness.

And so they spin
Together apart
Locked forever
In loving combat.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006


Postcard: Wolf Bridge, Knoxville, IL, ca. 1950
has a mule
He calls Time
Time plods
On and on
Without stopping
Without thinking
Without seeing
The treacherous path of
Tied to Time's tail,
I follow.

Monday, March 20, 2006


Originally uploaded by the NOB.
We lived in a city with many more just like us.
We were all very close to each other.
Then things began to change,
We knew we could no longer live in our homes.
Some rode off on great beasts.
Move on, move on, they called.
Rebuild, rebuild.
Some were carried off lightly on the winds.
Away, away, they whispered.
Rebuild, rebuild.
The rest of us were gathered into shelters where
We waited for a very long time.
When the waiting was over, we were taken from our shelter.
Where our city once had been, there was only cool, turned earth.
We looked at each other as we tumbled to the ground.
We smiled as we felt the moist dirt reach around us.
We stretched and danced beneath the warming sun.
Here, we sang.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

No rest

Late hour, light's out
Even God's asleep
Bone is sword and muscle stone
As day takes its toll.
Flames flicker on ceiling above
They are my eyes and they will not close
As angels and demons clash within.
I beg myself sleep, rest
Try to stop thinking about work
About sleep
About anything
About everything.

A match is lit and
Dropped into a beehive.