Category Archives: Poetry

Ant Skunk Opossum

So far the winter here is crazy wet.Reports about La Niña have gone mute.Like seasons of my youth I don’t forget,the storms arrive in waves from a commuteAlaska sent, Hawaii made. The threatof parked high pressure’s this month destitute.It’s likely … Continue reading

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They Seem Too Scared (Millennials)

They seem too scared to me to be content,too anxious to be thoroughly preparedfor all contingencies and each event.They seem too scared. Did parents over-hover? Were they caredfor to ridiculous and ill extent?What caused their nervousness to be so bared? … Continue reading

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Yellow Press

I think I was in junior high or less,when we were taught about the 4th estate.We learned then that the vile “Yellow Press”existed to twist truth, to propagatefake news that grabs attention, to addressthe weakest minds. By 1898the term was … Continue reading

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The Present

I future-focused when I was a kid.I didn’t prosper in the here-and-nowin college in the 60’s, when we bidfarewell to past and future, trying howfor better presents – change that would allowa shot to every group our culture missed.(We mostly … Continue reading

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Rain Check (A Curtal Sonnet)

My brother’s Covid means we must postponethe dinner reservation that we madeto celebrate completion of each speckof year-end office work. We’ll use the phoneinstead of seeing Mom for brunch, and tradegood words for food, and peace for pain in neck(induced … Continue reading

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Poor Baby

On Tuesdays I commute, to lend a handwith work I’ve done for half a century.My brain’s still functional – I understandthe guts of a consulting industry.But he whom I support has got to beat home in isolation (Covid’s way).So I … Continue reading

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Minute Invasions (A Pushkin Sonnet)

For several years my gutters were untested.I didn’t have to check the bricks for wet.The drains out front were never storm-congested.But New Year’s weekend was the dampest yet.They call the wave an atmospheric river.The forecasters have managed to deliveran accurate … Continue reading

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Slow Down

Presented with assorted bombs to addwhen I immerse to bathe, I chose Slow Down.I wasn’t feeling agitated, mad,or any shade of blue. I’d be aroundmy home for days – I wanted to relax.It couldn’t hurt to let a bomb remindme … Continue reading

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Just Because

I’ve never seen her fish for compliments.A testimonial will make her wince;she disregards most subtext and warm hints.She understands her own intelligence.Accustomed to disparagement long since(her mother ever criticized her flawsand no rebuttal served to unconvince),she learned self-validation, just because. … Continue reading

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Favorable Forecast

The forecast harks to winter long ago.I’m cozy and more rain’s about to start.Like pre-drought January’s past, I’ve nodoubt weather will be wet. I sit apartfrom stress and crowds, and traffic’s softly slow.A front that fizzles out won’t break my … Continue reading

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