No Game

No Game

There will be no game today.

The normal horseplay stops cold.

No one wants to risk a slip.

Feel the rip as pain takes hold.

This poem is an Awdl Gywydd.

Links

Her Art: Who Does She Think She Is? March 15 Opening

Sandra Moran Book Club-Lesbian South March 9

Natural Companions Video

Art of Improvisation Video Aug. 31

Jazz Improv and Poetry Video April 5 

Kansas Time + Place

Poetic Asides

Academy of American Poets Poem-A-Day