Headless Frank...

advisor to the lovelorn, weary, confused, and the overly self-involved

headless frank

Dear Headless Frank:

I’ve been writing poems for a long time and want to share my latest offering with you because I think you can relate to it.

Crows in my backyard
Huge, enormous, gigando,
In my yard,
Strutting darkly
Before cowering squirrels.

It’s a gift.
I’d like to do more with it. Do you have any ideas for how I can monetize my poetry?
—Would be Yeats

Dear W.B.—
There has never been, in the history of the world, more of an oxymoron than "monetize poetry."

But poetry is truly an art form of inestimable value that will, fortunately, never be lost to humankind as long as the soul speaks…freely.

Keep up the good work.

I have a crow poem, too.

Crow on my shoulders
Proud and loud
I, concrete in my stance,
Nearly buckle
Under his weight
And droppings.

Amazing what you can do without your head.

Signing off: Medulla oblongata.