an unreliable diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers The House Always Wins Throw your cards on the table. Full house: Visa, Amex, Discover, debit and credit. Because the house always wins.
an unreliable diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers On Open Seas at the HMS Bounty Low dark beams, porthole mirrors line walls, wooden ship diorama behind glass, back of bar. Memories hover of brief torrid love 24 years ago in Gaylord apartment, floors above. Tonight I’m cast adrift, without employment. Mark buys me a beer [...]
an unreliable diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers Bliss Eyes Closed (Same Cat Time, Same Cat Place) Pepper comes to visit me in the bathroom each morning, rubs her white fur body on my naked legs. Stovetop espresso brewing I sit cross-legged on kitchen floor, gray Imogen in lap headbutts my chin. Night bed old black [...]
an unreliable diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers The Poetry Flick “Just write the truth,” she said. “Don’t impress.” But don’t she know It’s all in the flick of the wrist?
a sporadic diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers Bowstring Tightrope I pick up my pen Then I step Right out onto the bowstring
a sporadic diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers Her Midnight Door Cracked, no light behind, Dark-outlined As in thick black eyeliner.
a fitful diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers Full Moon Over Joshua Tree Astride the stars, atop the sky A night-sun so bright It hurts my eyes.
a fitful diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 417 Hand I climb onto the tree. I pound in the nails. I reach my hand down from the sky and I rise to greet it.
a fitful diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 416 Tree I cut the tree from the forest, strip it and stab it into dead earth. I climb onto it. I pound in the nails.
a fitful diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 415 Mirror Her Oh for the veil That hides me from the mirror Of her eyes
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