Ditch Apples



Wild along the roads
trees full of autumn apple
sauce, crisps, pies and friends.


Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®



Back Path

A great one by Glenys Doull!


Past our flats’ back doors
runs a narrow path down
to carports at the back.

Unnoticed by other tenants
emerald green slime crept
glowed over that path
overhung by clothes lines
and back porch eaves.
Until Susie in flat three
slipped, nearly fell,
until I fell down flat.

” _______ !” those flourishing
streaks of emerald slime
covering the path so
sheltered from the sun !
But no one owned that
path or cleaned it.

We attached her partner’s
family’s bottle of slime
killer to my old garden hose.
She walked up the path
spraying slime killer as I
rolled out the hose behind her.

We killed the slime !

Several years later
it is back again.

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It is hard to grapple
with a statue. In fact
it was quite humorous to watch
an angry mob try
to destroy
Robert E. Lee
in Charlottesville.

They cursed him
and beat him with sticks,
they kicked him, pissed on him
and cheered
as one asshole dropped
his drawers
and shit on him.

Robert didn’t scream.
He didn’t weep or plead
for leniency. He didn’t
even flinch as he sat
resolute on his horse
as if to say, “Go ahead….
curse me, sledge me,
rain me with blows, but
you won’t erase
my face from history…. creation

takes compassion
and gentle touch, it takes vision
and clever hands, it takes artists
with chisels and skills…. not shit
and piss
from anarchists.”

Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books® richardrensberry.com




Musty Old Books

Musty Old Books

When the door to my mother opened
for the ninth time
I was born
into the land of strawberries
and Bantam roosters, into a storm
of purple lilacs and sweet cherry trees
with red arms reaching
like my brother’s and sister’s
come to carry me into the fields of alfalfa
and sweet clover where the rhubarb fanned
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