This series of writing sprang up as a joke, of sorts, between me and another poet. As a result, what follows are my occasional cheesy poems. I trust you’ll find them a gouda value for your time and not too grating. New posts will be added below at random—or whenever the curd rises. Thank you, as always, for your feta-tastic support—it’s truly legen-dairy!
∴ suitcase sealed tight, rot
beneath the waxed skin it weeps—
fragrance of decay ∴1
∴ sightseeing the aisles—
crumbling moons, sharp sunsets melt
aged bouquets linger ∴2
∴ cellars teem with life—
trolls guard wheels of ancient pride
mirth and musty gold ∴3