Category Archives: Poems

No! Not that Woodstock… and, No, not that Woodstock either…. I wasn’t at Woodstock in ’69. I was in Northern Chile, contracting amebeotic dysentery. And that other Woodstock is the cute-little-yellow-bird-friend-of-Snoopy from the imagination of Charles Schultz. My Woodstock comes … Continue reading →

God, in Heaven and on earth, all the Names You have chosen to be called are Holy. Your Kingdom is coming and is here in us, already. Your Divine-Benevolent-Will is being carried out on earth, and in our lives just … Continue reading →

At 7 this morning as she slapped at her clock, there came a delicious idea to her head: a delightful delay to the start of their day, instead of their usual crawl from their bed! Her agreeable lover -rose- to … Continue reading →

Fang and Claw! Now there’s the Law! Kindness is absurdity! In our DNA is our lust to kill! Don’t call it depravity! Slaughter’s as natural as gravity. Gentleness denies our collective will. When you witness a blood bath, Don’t hold … Continue reading →

He was retired NYPD. He got into delivering newspapers to keep busy and to add some cash to his monthly budget. I was ten, workin’ papers in my pocket, deliverin’ all the big New York City newspapers. He’d drop ’em … Continue reading →

I could lug all the papers slung over my shoulder in my big-canvas-news-paper-bag on weekdays and Saturdays But on Sunday mornings, New York City had too much to say to itself and too many newspapers to say it in, especially … Continue reading →

Mr. Tully’s big mutts snuck out of his yard early one morning through the unhitched-back-gate. And me, a Horatio-Alger-ten-year-old-newspaper-boy on City Island, The Bronx, New York, trapped them in Mrs. DeSantes front yard. (The dogs liked me ’cause I all … Continue reading →

I cry easily, now, and, therefore, more often, as I am old. For I’ve been taught by scraping against passing years like an old-Oak-root, creeping through an old cemetery, grinds against coffins buried in its path, by my blood, heart … Continue reading →

The imminent arrival so feared or, by some, so longed for, of the last Eminence we ever meet is never tardy or premature. Timing impecable. Intent, inexorable. No impatience matters. No delaying strategy, effective. It’s here when it gets here. … Continue reading →

The fetus is the result of her parents genes, physiology, and possibility. The baby is the result of his successful gestation and mothers participation. The child is the result of how she parses all those lies and truths whispered to … Continue reading →