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The Duke of Mustard is Alive and Well and Living in Beaune
Published November 16, 2019, in Wanderlust Journal BEAUNE, France — It comes to you with polite aggressiveness. You not know which sense to unleash first in order to fully savor, swoon and succumb. Caroline Riboteau watches you and just smiles. She knows exactly what is happening. Her eyes do not wander from the intense, amazing entryRead moreI Will Be There
I Will Be There~ By Tom Squitieri 4/23/2020 The Voices Project if you sit some day when the sun is out and the virus is gone, I will find you buy you coffee, read for you and create a poem right there.I promise the Bosnia bullets that smacked my arm the Haitian feet that kicked meRead moreThe War Left and the Coffee Returned
(Publshed in Wanderlust Travel Journal, August 25, 2019) SARAJEVO – Just about 6 p.m. an old familiar aroma begins its daily meandering trip onto Branilaca Street. It is a smell that instantly reminds the citizens of Sarajevo of past good times. It is coffee. Coffee being brewed. Coffee beans being ground. Coffee set in smallRead moreFrench Girls Smoking Cigarettes
(Published by Stardust Review, Septmber 23, 2019) When they light up They look up And I make sure I see those eyes As they inhale They draw deeply The smoke And their eyes Go deeply Into mine The French girls Are not sure Where I am from Or who I am But they pauseRead moreOn Your Tiptoes
(Published in The Griffin’s Inkspot) I did not mean to wake you As I tasted my morning lover That coffee The gurgling of the pot loud enough To stir From afar You come to taste And get on your tip toes Of course, you do not need to be on them to sip coffee AsRead moreHere, There, Every Hare
Here, There, Every Hare The ears rise and the nose turns It’s out there somewhere Paws forward Body still As the last sun tweaks the visage The sky spilling its paints once more To keep us interested until tomorrow Still in the grass The hare at dusk He knows we are there. He believes ifRead moreMy contribution to the Poetry – La Nuit de la Poésie
My contribution to the Poetry – La Nuit de la Poésie Quand s’éloigner dit bonjour Seulement cette fois quand elle s’en va est-ce que je l’aime plus Cette fois, sa bonne nuit semblait avec plus de bien que de nuit en elle. Son sourire hurla silencieusement le bonheur qui a nié le vent en dehorsRead moreThe Coyote Clears The Fog
THE COYOTE CLEARS THE FOG BY TOM SQUITIERI Jan 27, 2019 | Poetry | 2 | The capture of the morning is yours when you look. It settles my uncertainty. It tells me who I am. It makes the fog genuflect to open a pathway inside. Morning dances, with a melody still forming. TheRead moreTennyson Warned Me
TENNYSON WARNED ME BY TOM SQUITIERI Jan 27, 2019 | Poetry | 2 | The day and I told them it would be bad But they scoffed and refused to believe They insisted on doing things their foolish way Proving they were war zone plebes So, hours after we were cleared and supposed toRead moreNot Any Harbor
NOT ANY HARBOR BY TOM SQUITIERI Jan 27, 2019 | Poetry | 1 | And then there are the harbors always waiting for us Seemingly blocked, but in reality Reminding us we have the key and must use it Your legs are poised, your harbor is ready and waiting The shoals remain yet for theRead more