Zachary Kluckman wanders through this verbal collage dripping images like paint from a twirling brush.  After it is done, all one can say is, "Man, that was so good!"

Poetry activist Zach Kluckman has a brand new project.  He and Sal Treppiedi are organizing a poetry festival as part of Albuquerque's celebration of the New Mexico Centennial next year.  A meet-up about the festival is coming up soon, on February 9th, 6:30 at the Harwood Arts Center.  Zach and Sal say, "Bring your ideas, creative energy, and a smile!"  They are thinking big...Ferlinghetti big.  How big can you think?

Albuquerque is a magnet for poetry right now.  There really is something special about this city and the creative energy of the poetry scene.  Even here in The Sunday Poem series 65 different local poets have been published in the last two years.  65 of them!  Now that is pretty amazing.


Scrapbook for the Lonely

Start your canvas on photograph.
A black and white slide
of sea cliffs and birds on thin
electrical lines. One pair of shoes,
size six with the laces untied.

A sleeping woman with her hair
spilling loose across a table
where the wine bottle is corked
and the crackers, next to the cheese
are bundled in fancy tin.

Glue one cookie to the image
for texture. Excuse the dimensions,
raise a toast to her gloriously
red lips. Kiss her with a battery.
Cell phone, ion or lithium,
fully charged. Roll one ace bandage
around the canvas.
Her ankles will hurt from all the dancing.
Music moves her lips,

you can see it in that smile.
Embed one vinyl record
in the side of the frame
as if trying to jam a CD in
between the lovers whose kiss
stains the corner, below the Ford
Model T, the old man chewing
a licorice twist.

Time your walk to the saxophone
player, circumnavigate the whole,
canvas and frame, searching
for a moment out of place.


--Zachary Kluckman


Poetry submissions are welcome. Email theditchrider@gmail.com.