Saturday, July 03, 2010
FLUFF
by Ryn Gargulinski
fluff
can be
cushy sweet
plushy cute like
something
you
pack
in your
pillow that –
soft stuff
that cradles
your head but –
fluff
can be
nasty
harsh
abrasive
gruff as the
term used to
criticize your writing or –
the curt cold so
loathsome response when
you open up and
disclose your
dreams.
fluff
can be
cushy sweet
plushy cute like
something
you
pack
in your
pillow that –
soft stuff
that cradles
your head but –
fluff
can be
nasty
harsh
abrasive
gruff as the
term used to
criticize your writing or –
the curt cold so
loathsome response when
you open up and
disclose your
dreams.
FLUFF
by Andrew Ulanowski
My cat Rosie
is so skinny
and frail
that I am
quite sure
she is made from
fluff
and
popsicle sticks.
My cat Rosie
is so skinny
and frail
that I am
quite sure
she is made from
fluff
and
popsicle sticks.
Lazlo the lizard dance
See more photos, art and Ryn writing at ryngargulinski.com and tucsoncitizen.com/rynski
BETRAYAL POEMS: BETRAYAL and LET DOWN
BETRAYAL
by Ryn Gargulinski
they may have thought
we would take them on a
bicycle ride a trek to the
circus a zip to the zoo but instead
we put them in an ice cube tray – each
bald baby mouse in its own
little cube – each parent, dismayed where
their babies went – atop lean cuisine
pizza beside smashed frozen peas – the
next morning we pulled
out the ice cube tray – found several cubes
empty as a number had crawled – to a lumpy
pinkie clump in one cube – a huddle that had hoped to
stay warm – one frozen mid-crawl on
the lip – his paw grasping at the
the cold freezer
sky.
Poem in honor of pinkies we wrenched away from pet mice to feed lizard Lazlo
___
LET DOWN
by Andrew Ulanowski
Betrayal is having
the person
you have fallen
in love with
ask you to review
their ad on Match.com
by Ryn Gargulinski
they may have thought
we would take them on a
bicycle ride a trek to the
circus a zip to the zoo but instead
we put them in an ice cube tray – each
bald baby mouse in its own
little cube – each parent, dismayed where
their babies went – atop lean cuisine
pizza beside smashed frozen peas – the
next morning we pulled
out the ice cube tray – found several cubes
empty as a number had crawled – to a lumpy
pinkie clump in one cube – a huddle that had hoped to
stay warm – one frozen mid-crawl on
the lip – his paw grasping at the
the cold freezer
sky.
Poem in honor of pinkies we wrenched away from pet mice to feed lizard Lazlo
___
LET DOWN
by Andrew Ulanowski
Betrayal is having
the person
you have fallen
in love with
ask you to review
their ad on Match.com
TWO SHOE POEMS: MINOR and SHOES
MINOR
by Ryn Gargulinski
we remember
things that hurt like
our first broken heart long
lost pets who up
and died the
friend who gave a
gift and then
took it right back – she would
rather gift the gift now to
Shannon, she
said – the chipped
tooth on the
water pump the
Hubba Bubba in
the hair – the
snowball
in the back at the
bus stop – that hurt
less than its
derisions and
snarls -- or the size
four antique
buckle shoes – I
crammed on my
teen feet’s
size eight.
____
SHOES
by Andrew Ulanowski
Shoes, shoes, the musical fruit
They kill my feet but they’re SO CUTE!
I’m supposed to be writing this STUPID poem about shoes,
but, I’ve decided that I’m going to protest the fact that
while shoes come in many assortments of
size, color, material, style, etc.
Seems someone forgot a very important category indeed . . .
flavor!
With that said, I vow from now on only to wear banana leaves
on my feet, held on by some string or perhaps some old bungie chord,
shunning shoe-dom until justice (and tasty shoes) have been served.
by Ryn Gargulinski
we remember
things that hurt like
our first broken heart long
lost pets who up
and died the
friend who gave a
gift and then
took it right back – she would
rather gift the gift now to
Shannon, she
said – the chipped
tooth on the
water pump the
Hubba Bubba in
the hair – the
snowball
in the back at the
bus stop – that hurt
less than its
derisions and
snarls -- or the size
four antique
buckle shoes – I
crammed on my
teen feet’s
size eight.
____
SHOES
by Andrew Ulanowski
Shoes, shoes, the musical fruit
They kill my feet but they’re SO CUTE!
I’m supposed to be writing this STUPID poem about shoes,
but, I’ve decided that I’m going to protest the fact that
while shoes come in many assortments of
size, color, material, style, etc.
Seems someone forgot a very important category indeed . . .
flavor!
With that said, I vow from now on only to wear banana leaves
on my feet, held on by some string or perhaps some old bungie chord,
shunning shoe-dom until justice (and tasty shoes) have been served.
Saturday, May 01, 2010
HAIKU: ONE DAY
one day everyone
will wake up happy and they
won’t know what to do.
-Ryn Gargulinski.05.01.10
Illustration from Ryn Gargulinski's book BONY YOGA
will wake up happy and they
won’t know what to do.
-Ryn Gargulinski.05.01.10
Illustration from Ryn Gargulinski's book BONY YOGA
Sunday, April 18, 2010
MISTAKEN IDENTITY
hummingbird hatchlings are the
size of a bumblebee what this
could mean is beginning to
trouble me – how many are
smashed in a mean, panicked
streak by folks who see a
stinger that is really just a
beak.
-Ryn Gargulinski.04.18.10
size of a bumblebee what this
could mean is beginning to
trouble me – how many are
smashed in a mean, panicked
streak by folks who see a
stinger that is really just a
beak.
-Ryn Gargulinski.04.18.10
Friday, April 09, 2010
DEADLY SINS
A poem in seven parts
i
wrath will
always fascinate me it’s so
easy to feed just
start with a seed then
watch it sprout fester and
bloom until you
blow up an orphanage
ii
lust brings skank
prostitutes to mind – and
itchy red bumps to your
crotch
iii
gluttony the void
that can never be
sated I found 22
packets of nuts when i
cleaned out my
desk
iv
greed makes me
think of daffy
duck when he
finds mounds of
treasure then gets
trapped in the cave to
starve
rot and
otherwise
die – surrounded
by diamonds
v
sloth has
two toes but
no motivation he’s the
reason we have dents in
our couch and that thing
called TV
vi
pride pumps
our heads like
balloons – that get
popped with a prick
from reality
vii
fear dances in our
bladders twists
knots in our
stomachs is the
glob that
gives rise to the
other six sins.
-Ryn Gargulinski.04.09.10
i
wrath will
always fascinate me it’s so
easy to feed just
start with a seed then
watch it sprout fester and
bloom until you
blow up an orphanage
ii
lust brings skank
prostitutes to mind – and
itchy red bumps to your
crotch
iii
gluttony the void
that can never be
sated I found 22
packets of nuts when i
cleaned out my
desk
iv
greed makes me
think of daffy
duck when he
finds mounds of
treasure then gets
trapped in the cave to
starve
rot and
otherwise
die – surrounded
by diamonds
v
sloth has
two toes but
no motivation he’s the
reason we have dents in
our couch and that thing
called TV
vi
pride pumps
our heads like
balloons – that get
popped with a prick
from reality
vii
fear dances in our
bladders twists
knots in our
stomachs is the
glob that
gives rise to the
other six sins.
-Ryn Gargulinski.04.09.10
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.
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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