International Code of Signals
hoist reads:
‘Stop or heave to, I am going to board you.’
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photo by Tim Summers
concept: Amy-Ellen Flatchestedmama Trefsger
Hoist #1:
International Code of Signals:
Hoist #1: SQ3 = the phrase:
“You should stop of heave to: I am going to board you.”
Hoist #2:
International Code of Signals:
Hoist #2: FO1 = the phrase:
“I will keep close to you during the night.”
poem circa 2001, drawing completed 10/20/10:
I’ve got my hopes up
as high as the overhead projector
of my mind’s eye will allow
(not to get too technical
but I think that it would qualify us
for the mile high club)
so let’s jump in
(each other’s pants)
and ride that elevator
to the top of this high-rise
called Love
image found here
of course I fantasize
you come back for me
a dog dropped off ~ the next state over
finds it’s way home on pure instinct
plus, I got really strong pheromones
and you; the nose of a hound
it seems such a waste, so much energy spent
on hopes soon to cool, wilt and eventually spoil
it’s always just then… when you finally arrive home
that you learn your master’s moved
image found here
subtraction of you
leaves no remainder for this
co-signed heart to hold
Please note that Ellen Meadows is taking creative liberties by interchanging the words cosine and co-sign in this haiku. Cosine is a mathematical equation that helps calculate the angles of a triangle. In more technical terms~ the cosine of an angle in a right triangle equals the adjacent side divided by the hypotenuse. And the word co-sign makes her think about legal, binding documents and that old love song by Terence Trent D’Arby titled, “Sign Your Name Across My Heart.” The individual this haiku is written about signed his name in Sharpie across her heart. Thank you, I’m glad we had this talk. It should also be noted that the title is a direct reference to the phrase “all is fair in love and war” more info here. Maybe the title of this post would better read, “creative liberties left and right.”
the stuffed animals
have located the glass bridge
that extends out
from the duffle bag of my chest
connecting hindsight
with optical perfection
from a bench at an overlook
they tell me
things have dried up
only rings of sediment remain
being adverse to the word m-o-i-s-t
they would never describe the inside
as a luxury bathhouse
in need of a dehumidifier
they simply got a taste
and now feel connoisseur
to the arid landscape
and vast openness
that un-clutters itself
with every passing
sand storm
poem circa 2000, Photo: ©Owen Franken
The rain to me
is like a big, thick elephant,
humbling me with it’s strength and agility.
I become the circus trainer,
lolligaging around him in bright colors.
Sometimes he listens,
but mostly
it is just by chance,
that he’ll stop,
sit down
and lift his cement grey foot.
summer 2009
your pupil
(a wrecking ball)
knocks the wind
from my chest
with
each
f
i
r
m
gaze
