I have a new story up here: http://www.paragraphline.com/2014/01/27/herbert-hunke-herbert-hunke-herbert-hunke-by-fiona-helmsley/
Haiku on the death of Bob Grant:
Bob Grant has passed on.
The news makes my mother sing,
“Good riddance, you bum.”
She told me,
That while she was sitting out in her car
With her groceries, Before she realized
It was me, and not some stranger-woman
Coming out of the supermarket,
She had thought to herself,
"Skinny bitch, with your black leggings
And motorcycle boots, I fucking hate you.”
She told me this, Like she was giving me some kind
Of funny compliment;
Like the old adage wasn’t true,
Familiarity didn’t breed contempt,
No, no, no.
It negated it.
I didn’t believe her.
New poem about the last days of poet Delmore Schwartz, at my blog, Flee Flee This Sad Hotel: http://ilikemymeattender.blogspot.com/2013/12/delmores-at-dixie.html?zx=4cb444b1e03efda