Here are some recent poems.
Shadorma 354
a guy who
fixes things who zings
arrows who
splits nonsense
who stomps it dead eats it cold
find me that guy
5/14/21
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Haiku 926
a vain lady blinks
her pleased expression tells me
she buys what I sell
5/14/21
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Leave it
A tight-woven
Sanctity
voiced its opinion
a prayer
for the dead people toting suitcases of ritual
into the afterlife
heading for a place grim and sere
as it should be of course
Everyone knows
Then somehow it all went wrong
Off key and a few beats behind
the holiness slipped in the mud
missed the casting off of lines
and the going on with things
The boat left shore in the confusion
minus a sense of doom
and neither crew –
rowing in time with the
percussive sound of those suitcases
being thrown into the river –
nor passengers
could ever say later on
who tossed the first one
but the idea was popular and it spread
The boat rode higher in the water
the dark waters lost their menace
the sky took on a velvety matte haze and
there arose a gleeful atonal chanting
over the river
The passengers and crew agreed
Now was the time to
jump ship for that likely-looking island
mid-stream
The afterlife
is turning out to be
very different
from what everyone had expected
For one thing,
Who knew you’d need a bathing suit?
5/4/21
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
I like that vision of the afterlife. (K)
Yes. I often think people have a set idea how things will be. And what a surprise it will be when there is a whole other plan no one had any idea of. That’s my theory. Pack your bathing suit.
I’m hoping it’s not the way it’s portrayed by religions. But why should it be any less surprising than life? If it’s anything at all. Also a possibility, and I’m OK with that too.
I feel the same way. I don’t look ahead like that, I figure it will be what it is, so why worry?