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by Don Schaeffer
Mon Jan 08, 2018 5:28 pm
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: The Lights Go Out
Replies: 0
Views: 12

The Lights Go Out

I come up
to the podium
with something to say.
Nobody believes it.
I bank my stories,
Explode them on their heads.
I am dangerous.
And they wait
expecting to cheer.
by Don Schaeffer
Mon Jan 08, 2018 5:15 pm
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: Having munched on cupcakes
Replies: 0
Views: 7

Having munched on cupcakes

Alexandra twists the handles
of the words looking
for the edges of a joke,
knock knock and
road-crossed chickens.
Trying this and that
like toying her way
through a fugue.
She gets to know us.
We watch her little hands.

(I'm back--having negotiated a third new life--I'm back in Winnipeg)
by Don Schaeffer
Sat Dec 23, 2017 7:57 am
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: Saturday
Replies: 0
Views: 24

Saturday

One person left
to call on the phone
that sometimes don't work.
And I can't call too often--
there is that risk as the
hysteria blooms.
The path toward
a third life
out of town
looms in days,
and I forget
how I'm not quite
finished with this one.
by Don Schaeffer
Fri Dec 22, 2017 7:58 pm
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: The Real Party
Replies: 0
Views: 20

The Real Party

They are calm. They don't fear what could happen. They stare into each other's eyes as their mouths move and the liquid inside slides. Their eyes could be moist and they may be angry. They touch. Hands slide over shoulders and hands and faces. They are not afraid. They don't run away. They are calm....
by Don Schaeffer
Tue Dec 19, 2017 1:50 pm
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: The Future
Replies: 0
Views: 20

The Future

In two weeks
I won't have any useful keys.
Even the keyfobs from grocery stores
won't smile at me.
.
Are keys the icons
of being? I will lock
and unlock nothing
and leave all unprotected.
.
I will surrender
the things
and the spaces
then will I surrender the I?
by Don Schaeffer
Tue Dec 19, 2017 7:55 am
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: The Siona Era
Replies: 0
Views: 16

The Siona Era

.
.
I am small anyway,
my passage never
leaves marks,
.
cleaning up my tracks
and keeping the
house fit for the mistress.
.
I made myself
even smaller now.
The mistress is
gone and I am leaving.
.
The month
of miniature
living passes,
days gigantic,
.
I walk shrunken
through her footsteps.
by Don Schaeffer
Sat Dec 16, 2017 3:29 pm
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: Funeral Plans
Replies: 2
Views: 53

Re: Funeral Plans

Thanks again, Dan
by Don Schaeffer
Sat Dec 16, 2017 3:13 pm
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: Cattish
Replies: 2
Views: 33

Re: Cattish

thanks Dan
by Don Schaeffer
Tue Dec 05, 2017 2:07 pm
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: Funeral Plans
Replies: 2
Views: 53

Funeral Plans

I was sitting on the bench outside the library waiting for a cab and breathing shallow. She died. She died. I still see her asking for more creamer in her coffee, never satisfied. Then God told me to relax God told me to relax! I didn't need to say goodbye. She wouldn't listen anyway. But God told m...
by Don Schaeffer
Mon Dec 04, 2017 7:18 am
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: Cattish
Replies: 2
Views: 33

Cattish

When she stands on the small table behind the door and spots me, what she says is brief, with a small purr in the sound I can't duplicate. I hear a declaration in her greeting. When she calls me from the hallway in the middle of the night. The sound has an origin in it. A wanting. Without nouns, onl...
by Don Schaeffer
Wed Nov 29, 2017 1:28 pm
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: Wednesday
Replies: 0
Views: 21

Wednesday

.
.

It's a strange twilight,
hanging over the middle of the day,
stealing the power of my eyes
to make things real.
The inverted shadows
hollow what is solid.
The skeletons of things
break at the spine.
You are gone.
You took yourself
away. If you return
it will be with thorns.
by Don Schaeffer
Tue Nov 21, 2017 4:49 pm
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: The Big Dead Truck
Replies: 0
Views: 29

The Big Dead Truck

I am a data guy.
I think
like a truck,
best left alone
in a small room
with a pile of
paper in front of me.
Life is much
too complex for
my little heart.
Death scares me away. Anything
of consequence is reserved
for the parents,
none of whom
shields me.
by Don Schaeffer
Sun Nov 12, 2017 9:20 am
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: November
Replies: 0
Views: 38

November

The night is difficult
living, as I do,
with endings.

Day is a
coincidence of
position toward the light.

The truth is
night
The daytime

lets me dream.
I like the false,
and lies are a refuge.
by Don Schaeffer
Fri Nov 03, 2017 6:56 am
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: The Crunch
Replies: 0
Views: 27

The Crunch

It's alright.
Vestiges of
the old life
remain. I can still
shelter in them
and try to find
little nooks
to quiet my fears.
Even among the sharp edges,
don't worry. I will
steal time.
by Don Schaeffer
Thu Oct 26, 2017 6:50 am
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: The Castle
Replies: 0
Views: 32

The Castle

I built a city here
of instruments
and microscopes
It towers over me
when I pull
myself up against
my desk which we
bought together.
Remember?
It comforts me still,
the old photographs
and words,
not about me
but ventures into
detail.
by Don Schaeffer
Wed Oct 18, 2017 8:42 am
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: From the Neighborhood
Replies: 0
Views: 39

From the Neighborhood

This little house
has many tiny tragedies
making loud speech
from past embarassments
the emergence of weakness
pretension that turns
into delusion. The cries
from this tiny house
are muted by the trees
and filtered through the
versicolored sunshine.
by Don Schaeffer
Mon Oct 16, 2017 7:56 pm
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: Fairy Tales
Replies: 0
Views: 40

Fairy Tales

Two women
embrace on the
tips of intersecting
bananas. A portion
of the rose petals
bunch into the frown
of a short-snout dog.
My eyes
are alive.
I don't see Jesus
in the toast,
but dark
profiles in the
bathroom floor.
by Don Schaeffer
Sun Oct 08, 2017 11:24 am
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: Net Worth
Replies: 0
Views: 103

Net Worth

So I gave you
a kitchen and a bathroom
which finished me.
Then I stand here
a bulbous sack
of error and fault
that grew in my gut
for the years
of my life.
I will leave
a parcel of small things,
none of which you will use.
by Don Schaeffer
Tue Sep 26, 2017 6:20 am
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: First Day of Autumn
Replies: 0
Views: 72

First Day of Autumn

The inside of the hollow tree
was larger than the out
it was like a dream
that wrapped everything
in a lumpy package.
.
The machinery of dreaming
is made of silver
that never tarnishes,
smooth gears mesh in
lubricant made of blood.
by Don Schaeffer
Sun Sep 24, 2017 10:38 am
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: Moving Away
Replies: 0
Views: 52

Moving Away

When life is temporary
you begin throwing things out,
the meta-static things
whose worth dissolves.
.
I toss the woman
who passes me on the street
with a pleasant look
I will never meet.
a meta-stat to me.
.
I toss the colored eyefulls,
transitory globes
of what we name light.
by Don Schaeffer
Fri Sep 15, 2017 4:48 pm
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: September
Replies: 0
Views: 70

September

When life is temporary
you begin throwing things out,
the meta-static things
whose worth dissolves.
.
The woman
passes me on the street
with a pleasant look
and I will never meet her.
All those pleasant
women are meta-stats
in my time.
by Don Schaeffer
Tue Sep 05, 2017 3:30 pm
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: Becoming Erratic
Replies: 0
Views: 84

Becoming Erratic

Today, I decided to join the
wonderland men who walk the miles
with kinky legs
and heavy shoes, not
minding hair and white unshaven.
The cars whisper past
so soft with vulnerable
souls inside. I don't want to
think they'd hurt me,
as if I never heard of steel.
by Don Schaeffer
Sat Sep 02, 2017 11:14 am
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: On the Occasion of Harvey
Replies: 0
Views: 105

On the Occasion of Harvey

The one, hands
with brown marks
on their backs and
eyebrows
grown into tangles,
grows used to the
suck
suck
suck
of the current
racing toward
racing toward.
Tries to
pull himself to the beach
You can't
make what you were
return, Martha.
by Don Schaeffer
Tue Aug 22, 2017 9:35 pm
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: One of the Ladies Who Walks Her Dog in a Group
Replies: 0
Views: 119

One of the Ladies Who Walks Her Dog in a Group

You are equal to them. You are one of them. Worthy of a smile. You are wearing worthy clothes others immured with respect. You know how to keep your troubles silent. . They don't need to take too much time with you. You stand straight not stooped. They like you uncomplaining. They will walk beside y...
by Don Schaeffer
Sun Aug 20, 2017 6:52 pm
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: One of the Ladies Who Walks Her Dog in a Group
Replies: 0
Views: 107

One of the Ladies Who Walks Her Dog in a Group

. . You are equal to them. You are one of them. Worthy of a smile. You are wearing worthy clothes others immured with respect. You know how to keep your troubles silent. They don't need to take too much time with you. You stand straight not stooped. They like you uncomplaining. They will walk beside...
by Don Schaeffer
Sat Aug 12, 2017 2:52 pm
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: Broken Practices
Replies: 0
Views: 108

Broken Practices

I am floating on habit
saying the worst cannot happen.
When I open my
front door a
redbearded man is
standing in the hall,
wearing something
that shows his legs.
What are you doing
in my house? I shout.
The worst, he says,
can happen.
by Don Schaeffer
Fri Aug 04, 2017 11:48 am
Forum: THE CRITIQUE WORKSHOP
Topic: Seventy-Seven Year-Old Man
Replies: 0
Views: 97

Seventy-Seven Year-Old Man

It is late
mid-morning and
most of my night-time
privacies have died down.
I shower and wash
almost all my
obsessions of grease and jelly.
I sit down on my dry chair
and let the cool air
sterilize my mind-flesh
away from what is impossible,
and the dreaming.
I redeem myself from
secrets.

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