Category Archives: Poetry

Just think how quick the math would be, if pi could be exactly 3. Consider how society would flow if you and I should act our age and gender. Only now do we agree the rich should be in charge, … Continue reading →

When Epicurus came to lunch, he sat across from me and looked into my eyes. He didn’t eat enough to make him fat but what he chose impelled me with surprise to ask his reasoning: Why relish that instead of … Continue reading →

In 15 minute increments I chart my life of late – the circle is a chain of dashing lines. For every job gets part of me, with darts that sculpt my aging brain, and I’m at run unbalanced on a … Continue reading →

There may just be a Disney dance, where staff at thrill attractions have to switch their place so when each rider exits, as the laugh or gasp releases, there’s a different face to monitor the trade. Does that make fun … Continue reading →

UNEVEN PAVEMENT SURFACE say the signs on Cedar Street to slow the drivers down, so cars proceeding westward in their lines and stopping at the corner, seem to bow like courtiers before their sovereign, an octagon of cautionary red, until … Continue reading →

I’m hypercritical of her or him. I pick apart the problem hurting you. Distinguishing the foliage from limb is play for me; I penetrate. It’s true my skill identifying right from wrong impresses even I who know it best. I … Continue reading →

Perhaps my spouse is life itself; I guess I love each day. When death’s around my head I think the name I’ll call, the noun I’ll bless, the partner I’ll desert when I am dead, is being. Sweet existence is … Continue reading →

My mother never wore fake jewels or glass, and didn’t pierce her lobes for 50 years, but I remember carousels of brass that danced and jingled dangling from her ears. She walked behind me up the concrete stairs that brought … Continue reading →