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 ›
They did this for any number of years. She would tell him, often with tears, She was suffering—at her job, in her Personal life. He would say or try As diplomatically as possible . . . “Were it me, …. Read More ›
Featured here are a few of the many drawings I have made in some harmony with the drumming circle in Woodstock, New York. I have not been trying to “capture” the people in portraits, but to draw in rhythm with… Read More ›
Dedicated to my mother, Lyle Warner, and to an up-and-coming young artist: Adelaine Muth Along the side of the road I found a silver goblet Which had been used as an ashtray. The local museum was holding… Read More ›
