A Literary Feast

Posts by Kyle Spooner

Like My Chowder, The Air Is Too Salty

Posted on August 19th, 2013

Like my chowder, the air is too salty today. I push it aside and glare, not quite hungrily, at my over cooked steak. You might wonder why I’d order a steak at a fish house anyway. If Mom were still alive, she’d probably wonder the same thing and give me that look. Or, depending on if it was her 2nd or 3rd vodka soda, she might warble shrilly, “You come all the way to the Vineyard and you order the steak, for Christ’s sake Billy, don’t you appreciate anything?” “Is everything ok, sir?” The waiter is a college-aged dude of a dude–his name tag reads “Tomas from Odessa, Ukraine”. He’s got a mini-turd of fuzz on his chin, a buzz cut and a tryzub…

Too Much Trouble Tea

Posted on April 18th, 2013

Tea is too much trouble Like friends requiring Time and attention. Better to have those glad to see you Whenever they show up Than folks in need of Time and attention.               Too much trouble is this tea As arranging Sapphic syllables Or brewing loose leaves green Better still your flip nattering And errant wallowing Than to swap auspices bearing Time and attention. Like these bags steeping of Too Much Trouble Tea.   For Suzanne, Book Nook Volunteer @ Teton Library Jackson, WY    

Without A Title

Posted on January 3rd, 2013

A gibbous smile on Dimpled skin Alight over fallow field Existence on tenterhooks As silhouette of subsequent orb For without celestial sol(stice) Tis’ But a visage of joy.   For two spheres tenable and unbound Pass in night Intrinsically juxtaposed Obstinate and flippant As the aubergines or butterflies.