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Jeebuz – this looks familiar. If you don’t get this, click here.
Camels – filtered or unfiltered? For those of us who are a little hard of hearing and have to read lips, this sort of thing can be a distraction.
In case you haven’t heard, Gary is getting down to business. You know he’s all business, because he’s wearing his new Chuck Norris action pants with special flared bell bottoms.
Can you believe the guy in the background with the box on his head? Freak!
Remember when we carved canoes out of pumpkins and raced them in the river?
Pretty sure this didn’t get too far. I have it on good authority penguins prefer a more classic rock approach when being wooed by bagpipes.
When I was a boy, I was kidnapped by a band of marauding mariachis who dressed me in a silver-studded charro outfit and forced me to play the maracas.
You never know what you’ll find at the thrift store – Look at this awesome dog statuette!
Red is associated with danger and negativity, but also with heat and excitement. This is why stop signs and stop lights are red, as well as sports cars and fire alarms.
Halloween was a bit too real, as someone dead set on decorating used spectres to make a spectacle of the yard. Corpses rose from coffins among the tombstones, skeletons scaled the widow’s walk.
In response to all the lame brands of casual wear, Hello Cthulhu has risen!
This is very good work, especially that opening poem about mechanics. It has depth, wit and stands as experientially convincing. The political and social critiques are also sharp. You have a firm understanding of form and content in poetry. You push the edge pretty far but never overstate, maintaining a good balance and proportion in…
Sean Ward’s poems are dense with closely observed details, whether they occur in nature or the guts of an engine, in the human psyche or the intricacies of cat behavior. From a very male perspective, Ward delights in precise terminologies, in the physicality of labor, in the fantasy life that so often underpins the mundane,…
About the time I bought my first calculator watch in elementary school, I dreamed about having a machine that could translate my thoughts into pictures.
Fast forward a few decades…
Weapons of war (and some toys). You decide which are which.
The famous Peeps®. How people reproach me for them! And yet, could you stuff my peep down your gullet? No, it’s just a representation, is it not? So if I had written on my picture “This is a peep,” I’d have been lying!
Hail hammered into the roof, trunk, doors, hood, and fenders. It cracked the windshield in a dozen places.