skip to main
|
skip to sidebar
poetry and prose by stephen chute
Friday, June 7, 2024
the little red sports car
the little
red sports suddenly appeals
to you.
it's an age
thing, i suppose, grasping
for some
youthful straw.
retrieving
what is lost.
it's a shiny bauble you'd
like to drive
with the top
down.
maybe throw a slinky
blonde
in the seat beside
you,
just for fun.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Followers
Blog Archive
▼
2024
(2589)
►
November
(133)
►
October
(229)
►
September
(231)
►
August
(235)
►
July
(224)
▼
June
(233)
one bite will do
The Sunrise Senior Home
good luck with that chocolate bar
you got this
you've had a good run, my dear
given fair warning
finding true love at Kroger's
earth needs women
catching forty winks
lying eyes
biding time at the party
with sharpened scissors
poker on Saturday night
the rowdy bluejay
why is this happening?
with apologies to Tom Waits
the gut tells you everything
resistance is futile
dear Joe
down into the hole
a lot of what ifs along the way
oh my God, teaching the Bible in school?
my new Singer sewing machine
stay straight until you get to the water tower
repair the fence
the presidential debate
summer of 73
do you want to hold my baby?
their motherly ways
the gradual wake up
we need more guilt
pay no never mind
it's winning
when the rain stops
the seventies notebook
bending the knee
the new yorker poetry
night feeding
never this young again
the last thing that he wrote
just daydreaming a little
winter love birds
the frivolous desires
fatigue makes wise men of us all
making it yours
until the end of time
the Windsor knot
a cold glass of clean clear water
the one that got away
the Friday night quarrel
cruise attire
they all come calling
the reading of the will
right handed
one small step
the waking hours
fashion advice for global warming
don't Bogart the joint
the 64 Crayola box
when the housekeeper spills the beans
where are they now?
heaven is like that
can you eat a rooster?
life is slow dying
we need to spice things up, she says
the conspiracy
milk bottles
one bird of a feather
a matinee movie and a hip replacement
the drift of hours
every dog will have a bone, i promise
possessed
the snow and sky
i call her buttercup
he's ninety-six today
i can hold it until morning
pass me the salt
the constant reboot of humanity
the little black safe
why should anyone care
birds bathing
the lima bean discussion
the hopeful mistress
Mr. Whistle is dead
yo, do you see any cops?
we have a little pill for you
your shoes beneath my bed
it's in the waiting
vague memories
why there are long lines at the DMV
the obvious frown
setting aside a few hours to do the surveys
the old rooster
every set of eyes
the number you are calling is out of service
the snake killer next door
do i really need a bucket list?
the green bottled wine
don't wait up, i'll be home late, she says
small adjustments
►
May
(243)
►
April
(218)
►
March
(248)
►
February
(258)
►
January
(337)
►
2023
(3264)
►
December
(285)
►
November
(259)
►
October
(265)
►
September
(299)
►
August
(269)
►
July
(334)
►
June
(297)
►
May
(283)
►
April
(223)
►
March
(295)
►
February
(238)
►
January
(217)
►
2022
(2882)
►
December
(319)
►
November
(241)
►
October
(215)
►
September
(167)
►
August
(199)
►
July
(209)
►
June
(249)
►
May
(216)
►
April
(269)
►
March
(257)
►
February
(252)
►
January
(289)
►
2021
(3094)
►
December
(244)
►
November
(264)
►
October
(248)
►
September
(219)
►
August
(219)
►
July
(221)
►
June
(245)
►
May
(259)
►
April
(302)
►
March
(284)
►
February
(242)
►
January
(347)
►
2020
(2595)
►
December
(361)
►
November
(338)
►
October
(242)
►
September
(200)
►
August
(204)
►
July
(191)
►
June
(132)
►
May
(143)
►
April
(170)
►
March
(186)
►
February
(221)
►
January
(207)
►
2019
(2074)
►
December
(274)
►
November
(233)
►
October
(232)
►
September
(193)
►
August
(190)
►
July
(233)
►
June
(190)
►
May
(162)
►
April
(105)
►
March
(120)
►
February
(77)
►
January
(65)
►
2018
(1223)
►
December
(101)
►
November
(92)
►
October
(52)
►
September
(95)
►
August
(86)
►
July
(82)
►
June
(120)
►
May
(140)
►
April
(84)
►
March
(112)
►
February
(116)
►
January
(143)
►
2017
(1775)
►
December
(171)
►
November
(169)
►
October
(151)
►
September
(156)
►
August
(180)
►
July
(201)
►
June
(122)
►
May
(104)
►
April
(121)
►
March
(123)
►
February
(124)
►
January
(153)
►
2016
(2658)
►
December
(131)
►
November
(160)
►
October
(184)
►
September
(203)
►
August
(256)
►
July
(236)
►
June
(262)
►
May
(262)
►
April
(272)
►
March
(321)
►
February
(174)
►
January
(197)
►
2015
(1839)
►
December
(153)
►
November
(144)
►
October
(127)
►
September
(113)
►
August
(137)
►
July
(134)
►
June
(160)
►
May
(161)
►
April
(151)
►
March
(185)
►
February
(176)
►
January
(198)
►
2014
(2208)
►
December
(210)
►
November
(198)
►
October
(195)
►
September
(274)
►
August
(256)
►
July
(178)
►
June
(173)
►
May
(146)
►
April
(160)
►
March
(147)
►
February
(134)
►
January
(137)
►
2013
(1558)
►
December
(99)
►
November
(106)
►
October
(122)
►
September
(103)
►
August
(98)
►
July
(122)
►
June
(156)
►
May
(114)
►
April
(139)
►
March
(131)
►
February
(161)
►
January
(207)
►
2012
(1846)
►
December
(195)
►
November
(196)
►
October
(221)
►
September
(139)
►
August
(165)
►
July
(158)
►
June
(159)
►
May
(154)
►
April
(122)
►
March
(130)
►
February
(114)
►
January
(93)
►
2011
(1420)
►
December
(71)
►
November
(79)
►
October
(101)
►
September
(112)
►
August
(96)
►
July
(109)
►
June
(114)
►
May
(139)
►
April
(135)
►
March
(143)
►
February
(134)
►
January
(187)
►
2010
(1401)
►
December
(171)
►
November
(153)
►
October
(92)
►
September
(113)
►
August
(137)
►
July
(177)
►
June
(157)
►
May
(126)
►
April
(69)
►
March
(83)
►
February
(67)
►
January
(56)
►
2009
(230)
►
December
(46)
►
November
(42)
►
October
(46)
►
September
(60)
►
August
(36)
About Me
Stephen Chute
west springfield, virginia, United States
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
View my complete profile
No comments:
Post a Comment