TS Motherfucking A

June 13, 2023 / Benn Bell / Leave a comment

Jerusalem (1988)

Who packed your bag?

I packed my bag

Where was your uncle’s sister born?

Have you ever met an Arab?

-James Fenton

TS Motherfucking A

Philadelphia (2023)

Any electronics in your bag?

Yes.

Take it out.

Take that phone holder off.

Take your shoes off.

I don’t have to take my shoes off.

Why?

I’m 75.

You’re 75?

Yes.

Ok. Step aside through here.

Any metal on you sir?

Yes, on my hat.

Step through the scanner.

Ding ding ding…

Rescan him.

Why do you have to rescan me?

Rescan him.

Any soreness here?

No.

OK. I’m going to pat you down.

Pat pat patty pat.

Thank you.

Enjoy the rest of your day.

-Ghost Dog

Haiku For You #27

June 3, 2023 / Benn Bell / Leave a comment

Strawberry Moon

The oak leaves lit by

the Strawberry moon are like a

flight of bats on the wing.

For Want of

May 25, 2023May 25, 2023 / Benn Bell / Leave a comment

For want of a bird
The sky was lost
For want of a nail
A shoe was lost
For want of a life
A knife was lost
For want of a toy
A child was lost

-Ghost Dog

Venus and Mars

April 8, 2023June 3, 2023 / Benn Bell / 3 Comments

Guest post by Robbin Caroll

Robbin Caroll. Photo Credit: Whitney Vale

The essence of his energy preceded his physical presence

He was unconditional love, understanding, and gentle strength

He was passionate, patient, and kind

His heart was full of tenderness and love, yet he was fiery and

fierce

He loved her like no other could

His fingertips ever so gently moving slowly over every curve and

inch of her body as he whispered “I love you, I love you, I love

you”

He knew the shape of her body, the essence of her soul, the

workings of her mind, and the Goddess that layed within his grasp

He knew her inside and out

He saw what no other could see

The deepness of her heart and soul

The beauty she hid within the cold walls of her delicate being

He felt what no other could feel within the ethers of her limitless

and abundant heart and soul

She was mysterious and mystical, his Goddess and his nymph

She was his map and he was her soul’s great expedition

He left no stone unturned and no crevice unexplored

She could feel his touch ever so softly as her body started to

tingle within the warmth of her femininity

Her body defied her

She dropped her sword and shield

Removed her armor

And gave herself to him freely

She exhaled in ecstasy as he entered her divine sacred space

willingly, tenderly, gently, and passionately

Together their passions erupted and their sacred juices flowed

into beingness

The two light beings joining became one vibrant light of love in the

infinite universe…

~RC~

Ulalume

March 26, 2023 / Benn Bell / Leave a comment

Here once, through an alley Titanic,

Of cypress, I roamed with my soul –

Of cypress, with Psyche, my soul…

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her…

And I said: What is written, sweet sister,

On the door of this legend tomb?

EAP

“Mr. Poe, why don’t you write your poems so that everyone can understand them?” He replied, “Madam, I write so that every body can not understand them.

My Soul She Shrieks

My soul, she shrieks and flings me down

Laughing maniacally

The wind picks up and lifts her dress

Teasing and pleasing me

All is nothingness, so she says

As she pins me to the bed

With a silver shaft of cold, cold steel

She runs me through and through.

BFB

“Mr. Bell, why don’t you write your poems so that everyone can understand them?” I replied, “Madam, I write so that every body can not understand them.