Tuesday, January 12, 2010
DEATH IN THE GRAND CANYON
By Ryn Gargulinski
this one was frozen in a gully
this one had tumbled from the
brink – that one was found
near his water face down as
some voices told him not to drink
this one was swept in a
flash flood – this one was
blanched by the sun – that one
went far in his very fast car that
had sped to its very last run
this one was drowned in the
river – this one was crushed
by big stones -- that one don’t
know how he happened to go
all that’s left is a pile of bones
this one was posing for a
photo – this one veered way
off his course -- and that
one was shoved by a
husband out of love as it’s
cheaper than
getting a
divorce.
See more Ryn writing and art at RynRules.com and Rynski.Etsy.com.
Check out her blogs at TucsonCitizen.com
this one was frozen in a gully
this one had tumbled from the
brink – that one was found
near his water face down as
some voices told him not to drink
this one was swept in a
flash flood – this one was
blanched by the sun – that one
went far in his very fast car that
had sped to its very last run
this one was drowned in the
river – this one was crushed
by big stones -- that one don’t
know how he happened to go
all that’s left is a pile of bones
this one was posing for a
photo – this one veered way
off his course -- and that
one was shoved by a
husband out of love as it’s
cheaper than
getting a
divorce.
See more Ryn writing and art at RynRules.com and Rynski.Etsy.com.
Check out her blogs at TucsonCitizen.com
Muerte en el Gran Cañón
By Andrew Ulanowski
I’ve sometimes wondered
how long you would fall
if you were to fall
into the Grand Canyon . . .
I suppose you could use some measurement,
some formula that has you hurtling through the air
at ‘X’ miles per hour until you hit ‘terminal velocity’,
or the canyon floor.
Fitting phrase that, ‘terminal velocity’ . . .
I wonder how long it takes
for you to mess your pants up
on the way down.
I bet Wiley Coyote knows.
How humiliating it would be
to get beaten to death
by your backpack filled
with life-sustaining water
and granola bars
just before you make your mark in the world.
Read more Ulanowski poetry under his pen name Raul Aqua at Scribd.com/Raul Aqua
Submit poems of your own at Scribd.com.
I’ve sometimes wondered
how long you would fall
if you were to fall
into the Grand Canyon . . .
I suppose you could use some measurement,
some formula that has you hurtling through the air
at ‘X’ miles per hour until you hit ‘terminal velocity’,
or the canyon floor.
Fitting phrase that, ‘terminal velocity’ . . .
I wonder how long it takes
for you to mess your pants up
on the way down.
I bet Wiley Coyote knows.
How humiliating it would be
to get beaten to death
by your backpack filled
with life-sustaining water
and granola bars
just before you make your mark in the world.
Read more Ulanowski poetry under his pen name Raul Aqua at Scribd.com/Raul Aqua
Submit poems of your own at Scribd.com.
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Saturday, January 09, 2010
THE FAVOR
alcohol kills
slowly my mom
watched it in her
neighbor who lived
well into her 50s until
body parts shut down – a
fresh teen in her yearbook wrote a
sad dark ode to hangovers was
hooked on drugs by 25 then
murdered by a john – as
sick as it was it was
quick – and maybe
he did her a
favor.
-Ryn Gargulinski.01.2010
See more Ryn writing and art at RynRules.com and Rynski.Etsy.com.
Check out her blogs at TucsonCitizen.com
slowly my mom
watched it in her
neighbor who lived
well into her 50s until
body parts shut down – a
fresh teen in her yearbook wrote a
sad dark ode to hangovers was
hooked on drugs by 25 then
murdered by a john – as
sick as it was it was
quick – and maybe
he did her a
favor.
-Ryn Gargulinski.01.2010
See more Ryn writing and art at RynRules.com and Rynski.Etsy.com.
Check out her blogs at TucsonCitizen.com
NEGATIVE NELLIE
sometimes I hear his
negative voice march
mantras through the
tunnels in my head – the
coffee’s not
strong enough the dog
leash not
long enough the
TV’s too
little the cheese
grater sucks – like
goldilocks rarely
satisfied – I’m sad as
that used to be
me.
-Ryn Gargulinski.01.2010
See more Ryn writing and art at RynRules.com and Rynski.Etsy.com.
Check out her blogs at TucsonCitizen.com
negative voice march
mantras through the
tunnels in my head – the
coffee’s not
strong enough the dog
leash not
long enough the
TV’s too
little the cheese
grater sucks – like
goldilocks rarely
satisfied – I’m sad as
that used to be
me.
-Ryn Gargulinski.01.2010
See more Ryn writing and art at RynRules.com and Rynski.Etsy.com.
Check out her blogs at TucsonCitizen.com
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