Category Archives: Poetry

The Boomer Network

In 1998, when Google cameupon the scene, and still 9 years beforethe iPhone introduction, I could claima quarter century of office work.Then pension plan consulting was the namedescribing us, and when we needed help,we called on colleagues, brain-stormed: all aflamewith … Continue reading

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The Hour Hand

We know the clock face features moving hands,but we can’t watch the motion of the onefor hours. Everybody understandsit moves, yet eyes do not perceive its run.In growing up with analog, our frameof reference thus includes the metaphorthat shift occurs … Continue reading

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Consulting

I wrestled with a client all last week,for after answering his questions right,I had to counter his attempts to tweakour joint perspective till, within his sight,he’d get results he sought (or tried to seek).I used deliberate words and expert might.I … Continue reading

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Potless

Some months ago I gave up using pot.I had to stop inhaling smoke or vape.My bronchiae protested such a lot I heeded, though too late for full escape.I sampled edibles, but their delay,and flavor that repelled or led to morethan … Continue reading

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One Thousand and One Days

Poetic license authorizes meto break some grammar rules, to twist a word,to stretch a metric foot’s capacity,to host ideas my parents called absurd.It grants me room to battle paucityof language, and to fancy someone heard.It let me play Scheherazade of … Continue reading

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Dry Skin

She said her hands feel dry when folding clothes.He countered smoothing paper irks his skin.For me a theory quickly then arose –committed as they are to scrubbing wellwhen in or out their fingers they expose,and then applying lotion for repair,perhaps … Continue reading

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How to Jaywalk

The kids today may need a jaywalk class.They’re inattentive, and the traffic’s dense.It takes an age of walking to amasspedestrian abilities. I senseapproaching drivers who will rudely pass.I harbor busy street intelligence.But all the years I lived to learn the … Continue reading

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Relenting

The shingled structure wears a charcoal stain,appearing almost black (or uber gray).But when the sunshine lights each window pane,the way it did at 3 p.m. today,it wears a face of silver. That displayexamples how appearance varies so.My fondest enemy has … Continue reading

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Books & Movies

I loved to read as soon as I learned how,although I had no use for Dick-and-Janeor even Spot. From then to beyond nowI turn to written narrative as mainamusement when awake and sitting still.Selecting English as my major justto keep … Continue reading

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I Used to Think

I used to think, whenever he would say“I’m such a duck,” he had it wrong. DismayI felt – that couldn’t be – it was a bidto make me laugh and reassure amidour hug – “I love you. You’re my man, … Continue reading

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