Month: October 2017

The Last Limerick

Limerick 155 When Shakespeare hit one hundred and fifty-four, Of his sonnets, William (Sir Francis or Wren, Christophore) confessed, “Posterity schmosterity, I can write no more.”   And so I, in my dotage, reaching limerick one fifty-five, Hazily hear my… Read More ›


Afterwards we congratulated ourselves and surveyed what remained. Our most greatest of trials we had come through, with millions maimed Or poisoned or killed—by pollutants or war?—flags waving, we proclaimed, We were now stronger than ever and better equipped—with climate… Read More ›