Each of these poems is within Twitter’s 280-character limit, excluding the title.
I like the challenge of a limit.
That’s why writing these short “Twitter Quips,” as I call them, is a fun exercise in crafting clear and efficient text.
is the beginning is
the middle is
until the poem
pulls inside out
Posted to Twitter on January 5, 2021
Show & Tell
juice splatters bow-tied boy
Is that wine?
stains the craft table
Will we get in trouble?
Mrs. Remmert pops gems
onto a plate.
We reach for rubies, garnets
treasure for kings and queens.
Posted to Twitter on October 30, 2020
I shut a fly in the bathroom last night
too tired to catch him or crush him.
I said (as I lay safe in bed)
"Let him buzz on the faucet
instead of my face.
I'll concede him the towels
in my pillow's place."
But what did I forget to consider?
Flies are nasty toothbrush-sitters.
Posted to Twitter on August 13, 2020
Sidewalk Chewed Me Up
Get home lickety-split
toting milk, in a bag, with chips
bedtime's coming quick
run swift, until
breast stroke through air
land on knees, groceries
check chafed palms
nurse bloody knees
childhood's stings still hurt mid-thirties.
Posted to Twitter on July 22, 2020
between 36 and 4
is being ok with
using a toothbrush
from the bathroom floor.
Posted to Twitter on July 5, 2020
It starts as a spat:
with his height.
arms do, too
when tall man
and ceiling fan
Posted to Twitter on May 6, 2020
Feeder sways, empty.
Was it a bluebird that came,
a thief, or the wind?
Posted to Twitter on April 30, 2020
I Brought Rhubarb Curd to In-Laws’ Party
And nobody would touch it.
"Who could eat a word like curd?"
They muttered to be sure I'd heard.
"You think this is a cooking show?"
scoffed grumpy Uncle So-and-So.
But I didn't care.
It was never my intent to share.
Posted to Twitter on February 1, 2020