Writing Samples

Poetry by Jon Raasch


Making a Mountain Out of a Mole-Hill, You See Red

You need me
    wicker chairs
    and short pants,
    hoping the wind picks up.
Pull it off like a bandaid
Put your ducks in a row
and don't cry over spilt milk.

I'm doing this for your own good:
Alls well that ends well:
Like father like son.

You learn something new every day.
Take the bull by the horns:
Better to give than to receive.

Against better judgment,
Being there with bells on,
a little girl with gappy teeth.

2004