Joe Cottonwood
@joecot.bsky.social
Unlicensed poet. Licensed Mr. Fixit. Dog person. Redwood lover. Hot tub soaker.
I'm featured today in Autumn Sky Poetry. autumnskypoetrydaily.com/2025/07/11/n...
Nurture Nature by Joe Cottonwood
Editor’s Note: This poem’s second stanza speaks the kind of truth we all know, but are often unwilling to accept. Also: avocados are delicious during that five minute period of ripeness…
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July 11, 2025 at 6:15 PM
I'm featured today in Autumn Sky Poetry. autumnskypoetrydaily.com/2025/07/11/n...
Instructions for Smart Toilet (Addendum) stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/07/inst...
Instructions for Smart Toilet (Addendum)
" Instructions for Smart Toilet (Addendum)" poem by Joe Cottonwood, toilet on fire
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July 10, 2025 at 9:04 PM
Instructions for Smart Toilet (Addendum) stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/07/inst...
No politics. No rockets. No boom. Just glory.
Fourth of July. stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/07/miss...
Fourth of July. stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/07/miss...
Missouri Magic
"Missouri Magic" poem by Joe Cottonwood, evening primrose, smell-bomb, this night so thick we can hold in our hands
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July 4, 2025 at 5:29 PM
No politics. No rockets. No boom. Just glory.
Fourth of July. stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/07/miss...
Fourth of July. stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/07/miss...
Love poem in earthquake country. stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2023/08/60-a...
6.0, August 24, 2014
"6.0, August 24, 2014" a poem by Joe Cottonwood, earthquake, carpenter, dogs, tectonic, love poem, shaking the bed
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June 23, 2025 at 11:01 PM
Love poem in earthquake country. stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2023/08/60-a...
Ghosts at the wedding. And in politics, nothing has changed. stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/06/fann...
Fannie and Corydon crash my wedding
"Fannie and Corydon crash my wedding" a poem by Joe Cottonwood, ghosts at weddings, Garfield assassin, wedding toast, poison the rich, hippie wedding
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June 9, 2025 at 6:57 PM
Ghosts at the wedding. And in politics, nothing has changed. stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/06/fann...
A group in England is establishing the Larmer Tree Poetry Trail to post poems of 34 selected poets including Rudyard Kipling, A E Housman, J R R Tolkien, Dr Seuss, Emily Dickinson, A A Milne, William Shakespeare, Carol Ann Duffy, Pablo Neruda, Robert Frost, Thomas Hardy, and… Joe Cottonwood.
May 30, 2025 at 3:24 PM
A group in England is establishing the Larmer Tree Poetry Trail to post poems of 34 selected poets including Rudyard Kipling, A E Housman, J R R Tolkien, Dr Seuss, Emily Dickinson, A A Milne, William Shakespeare, Carol Ann Duffy, Pablo Neruda, Robert Frost, Thomas Hardy, and… Joe Cottonwood.
Memorial Day part four: stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/05/neve...
Never Point a Loaded Politician at any Human Being
Never Point a Loaded Politician at any Human Being a poem by Joe Cottonwood, jogging socks, teach children 22 rifles, gun safety, mindful kindful
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May 27, 2025 at 3:29 PM
Memorial Day part four: stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/05/neve...
Memorial Day poem #3 stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2024/05/summ...
Summer of Love, 1967
Summer of Love, 1967 a poem by Joe Cottonwood, Vietnam war, memorial day poem, Cuivre River, Vietnam War Memorial, pin moths to a wall, prunes,hippies
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May 26, 2025 at 4:52 PM
Memorial Day poem #3 stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2024/05/summ...
Memorial Day part two: stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2024/05/shir...
Shirtless Dusty
Memorial Day poem, Chesapeake Bay boy, steelworker, PBR Patrol Boat River, Vietnam War, Agent Orange death,
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May 25, 2025 at 4:13 PM
Memorial Day part two: stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2024/05/shir...
Memorial Day, part 1 stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2024/05/when...
When Eisenhower who won WW Two was President
When Eisenhower who won WW Two was President, Selective service, draft resistance, draft dodger, pacifist poem, Vietnam poem, Dwight D Eisenhower
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May 24, 2025 at 7:02 PM
Memorial Day, part 1 stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2024/05/when...
My personal roots of resistance to King Donald of Orange... A poem. stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/04/pier...
Pierre Peiret
Huguenot refugee ancestor poem, King Donald of Orange poem, love child of the church poem, great grandmother love child, Huguenot sex
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April 27, 2025 at 10:54 PM
My personal roots of resistance to King Donald of Orange... A poem. stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/04/pier...
A snapshot poem (as if taken by a Brownie camera) of suburban childhood in the 1950s. www.verse-virtual.org/2025/March/c...
Joe Cottonwood Verse-Virtual March 2025
The poetry of Joe Cottonwood
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March 2, 2025 at 7:28 PM
A snapshot poem (as if taken by a Brownie camera) of suburban childhood in the 1950s. www.verse-virtual.org/2025/March/c...
Re: immigration. A poem I wrote when Obama was president. Memo to POTUS: please read. stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2023/08/engl...
English as a Second Language
ESL poem, English as a second language, Vietnam refugee, San Jose City College, San Jose airport, beauty tragedy
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February 24, 2025 at 5:55 PM
Re: immigration. A poem I wrote when Obama was president. Memo to POTUS: please read. stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2023/08/engl...
I wrote this for Trump 1.0. Time to return for 2.0
February 11, 2025 at 3:33 AM
I wrote this for Trump 1.0. Time to return for 2.0
My war poem from 1982. That's me and the boy in the photo. We're a bit older now. Still seeking peace.
February 6, 2025 at 12:04 AM
My war poem from 1982. That's me and the boy in the photo. We're a bit older now. Still seeking peace.
As I made my living running Romex cable or soldering copper pipes in crawlspaces and attics, I wrote this poem for girls dreaming to marry hedge fund managers.
February 2, 2025 at 5:13 PM
As I made my living running Romex cable or soldering copper pipes in crawlspaces and attics, I wrote this poem for girls dreaming to marry hedge fund managers.
I wrote this poem exactly 5 years ago. Today, I'm remembering Mickey...
January 28, 2025 at 4:04 AM
I wrote this poem exactly 5 years ago. Today, I'm remembering Mickey...
Thin Ice
Her mom and dad kiss her cheeks,
then my mom and dad kiss her forehead,
so (towel like a skirt) missing signs
not knowing rules, I kiss the shiny red
heart-mouth.
Her eyes fly open.
Mine never close.
Sticky chapstick...
Complete poem at stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/01/thin...
Her mom and dad kiss her cheeks,
then my mom and dad kiss her forehead,
so (towel like a skirt) missing signs
not knowing rules, I kiss the shiny red
heart-mouth.
Her eyes fly open.
Mine never close.
Sticky chapstick...
Complete poem at stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/01/thin...
Thin Ice
puberty poem, ice skating poem, falling through ice, first touch of private parts, chapstick aphrodisiac, sex and ice skates
stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com
January 26, 2025 at 11:35 PM
Thin Ice
Her mom and dad kiss her cheeks,
then my mom and dad kiss her forehead,
so (towel like a skirt) missing signs
not knowing rules, I kiss the shiny red
heart-mouth.
Her eyes fly open.
Mine never close.
Sticky chapstick...
Complete poem at stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/01/thin...
Her mom and dad kiss her cheeks,
then my mom and dad kiss her forehead,
so (towel like a skirt) missing signs
not knowing rules, I kiss the shiny red
heart-mouth.
Her eyes fly open.
Mine never close.
Sticky chapstick...
Complete poem at stuffnotstuffy.blogspot.com/2025/01/thin...
Redwood Prayer
Grant me deep roots.
Solid branches.
Let the fires pass me by.
Let generations of squirrels and blue jays
hop on my limbs.
Let me breathe fog, chew sunlight
and look down
over centuries.
--JC
from my book Son of a Poet
Grant me deep roots.
Solid branches.
Let the fires pass me by.
Let generations of squirrels and blue jays
hop on my limbs.
Let me breathe fog, chew sunlight
and look down
over centuries.
--JC
from my book Son of a Poet
January 26, 2025 at 1:17 AM
Redwood Prayer
Grant me deep roots.
Solid branches.
Let the fires pass me by.
Let generations of squirrels and blue jays
hop on my limbs.
Let me breathe fog, chew sunlight
and look down
over centuries.
--JC
from my book Son of a Poet
Grant me deep roots.
Solid branches.
Let the fires pass me by.
Let generations of squirrels and blue jays
hop on my limbs.
Let me breathe fog, chew sunlight
and look down
over centuries.
--JC
from my book Son of a Poet