Monthly Archives: March 2016

Poems aren’t written, they’re found, on forest path, in dumpsters, on my wife’s smooth thigh, on Manhattan curb sides, gems torn from the Times or dirt from the Post, although sometimes I think tabloids get a bad rap. How flat … Continue reading →

Death deals from a stacked deck. Our own DNA, planned obsolescence seeping toward us, inevitable, a silent tsunami. Mario Rivera, in pure form. bottom of the ninth, bows to the batter, three pitches later, bows to the next. I have … Continue reading →

Ah!! January! All is perfect! The half gallon containers of mint chip ice cream are stacked neatly in the Stop n Shop freezers, not mine. The new All Sport Fitness Gym is a mere five mile drive from my house. … Continue reading →

Balloons are versatile. Blow them up to play with them. Blow them up to destroy them. We are the same. Blow us up with the Cross, the Koran, waving Stars and Stripes. Blow us up with fanaticism, superiority, hubris. Doesn’t … Continue reading →

“…and a poem is a thoughtful art form bringing order and tranquility into our shattered, chaotic cosmos, restoring the natural tempo of… OH! Excuse me! I hear my grandsons scream in the yard! I think he just flew off the … Continue reading →

A rancher is Texas would sell his soul for the rain drenching our New York lake. The run-off alone would be cherished. But profligate Nature never learned to balance. She gives us her best along with Her worst, but does … Continue reading →

I envy the leapers off docks and floats, those squealers and whoopers screaming, “Look at me! Look!!” as they jump from the high silver rafts on the lake, who abandon the sun warmed air to plunge down there, into the … Continue reading →

On a sleepless, steamy, summer night, I sit at my desk inflating logical arguments for the existance of God: Ontological, existential, sina qua non et cetra, blowing them up, lite skinned, faith-filled balloons floating around me. Then I pull a … Continue reading →

When They said, “Let there be the Big Bang”, They created their first accident. They giddily made room for creativity, love, copulation, world wide web, IUDs, IEDs, mosquitoes, laughter, one turtle out of ten thousand living long enough to make … Continue reading →

Relish the surprise of no line at Cold Stone. Order the strawberry ice cream. Mix it with chocolate bits, rasberries, blueberries, whipped cream, rainbow sprinkles. Order the “gotta have it” size. Sit and eat it slowly with your lovely lady, … Continue reading →