By William Eaton (O’Hara text below) When I was a child There was an old tree where my sisters and I played – fantasies. There was not much around but an old barn, grass and sheep. Further along, Our… Read More ›
When we began to attack traditional ways of expressing sexual desire – when We began to criminalize suggestive or insulting sounds, or sexual innuen- Does, and sexual activities including kissing! and remarks about people’s clothing Or bodies, unwanted humor or… Read More ›
While sharing a hotel room with my son Nearing the end there were just two Running through fields, slightly uphill. An exhausted me, perhaps, arms outstretched, As to a loving parent not just ahead? And a final turn… Read More ›
While renewing my commitment to light verse! Abigail and Susie You’d best shake a leg, eh? Your coffee’s a coolin’ At the Caffè Trieste. Abigail and Susie Give you guidebooks a rest, eh? Your food it is ready At… Read More ›
It was an election season And so the candidates and interest groups had their signs along the roadways And my taxi driver said more than once that he wasn’t voting – He didn’t know who to believe. He was… Read More ›
Poem inspired, at least in part, by a visit to the Bronx Zoo My mother me and siblings warned, It could be hard to find a mate. An argument easy to make – The sharp of tongue: often lovelorn…. Read More ›
Our buds are growing into earphones And still failing to protect us From noise and demands, requests or distress. Online I find a chemical protection suit with tape double-wrapped, And double storm flaps over zippered access, On top of… Read More ›
