Inside my fortune cookie
I find nothing –
no paper slip,
no words, no winning numbers –
but a presence of almonds
grown on a rain-soaked hillside.
Jon Densford lives in Memphis and has had several poems appear in print and online publications, including his favorites Right Hand Pointing and One Sentence Poems.
The master encouraged me to seek
the mind of an old armadillo
with a red parachute
climbing a cottonwood tree.
Jon Densford prefers the oldest and southernmost of the two highway bridges spanning the big river that links his hometown of Memphis, Tennessee to the Land of Opportunity.
(Found in the Syllabus Philosophy 176: Death, Open Yale Courses)
“There will be no final exam.”
Jon Densford of Memphis, TN, thinks you should listen to Caroline Bergvall read Shelley’s MontBlanc (“Pervaded With That Ceaseless Motion”) free of charge on the World Wide Web.
Gullible ‘Bout Bach
We almost convinced him that “Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimme”
translates “Foolish virgin! Awaken and shake your money maker!”
Jon Densford of Memphis, Tennessee strongly prefers to be left-justified, but he has sometimes pivoted to the center.
Whether I Would or No
Instead of burning it at both ends,
I hacked a candle into shards
and lit a dozen unknown tongues.
Jon Densford Sr. of Memphis, Tn. strongly prefers to be left-justified, but he has sometimes pivoted to the center.