Category Archives: Poems

After Monica got off her knees and climbed out from under his desk, and Hillary heard all about it on the nightly news, Bill served some time on the living room couch, till, after a while, forgiven, maybe, he crawled … Continue reading →

To the long list of “THE MOST IMPORTANT ISSUE IN THIS COMING ELECTION”: including but not limited to: the current White House resident; climate change; covid; race relations; gun control; the economy…. I’d like to add another: 2042. What? Wait! … Continue reading →

My wife and I were invited to a destination wedding… in Flint, Michigan. Yeah, I know.. You laughed, right? Flint, Michigan is a hell of a location for a wedding destination. “Only champaign will be served, no water.” The couple … Continue reading →

[ A pre-script to this letter, if you please: I am reading CASTE, by Isabel Wilkerson, an extraordinarily thoughtful book. Some of the authors ideas connect to a topic currently under discussion in our community: The proposed renaming of Saint … Continue reading →

I have arrived at that old-age enough to fret whether the last time I did – x – will be the last time I do – x -. Not so much, yet, because of that inevitable, final, total, ceasing: “The … Continue reading →

Yeah, Yeah… I’ve heard what that new song sings, that I was an old man but took to wife Mary, the young “Queen of Galilee” Well, that was fifty years ago! Now, I am old. Callused palms, age spotted arms, … Continue reading →

I aspire to poetry. Mostly I achieve only rhythm and rhyme or worse, doggerel. But every once in an age, collaborating muses mix mystery and miracle with muscle. Mere words take on that glorious role, the voice of a roll … Continue reading →

A Facebook post from Christal asks for directions, not to somewhere, rather where somewhere is: North. Needing that spot in space to catch a comet coming by every 6,800 years! She didn’t want to miss it, on this try. Christal … Continue reading →

Sitting at breakfast, eating my habitual bowl of Cherrios mixed with grains and nuts and berries, (like the animal food I used to buy for a nickel a bag at the Bronx Zoo when I was a wandering little kid … Continue reading →

“That’s right! There ain’t nuthin’ wrong with sittin’ on a swing, swung from a live-oak-tree, swingin’ in the shade on a hot summer’s day whether chores be done or not! That’s right, chil’, ‘course you ain’t hurtin’ no body! There … Continue reading →