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 ›
Just Being
Another Kind of Love Poem
Putting together a sort of book of my poetry to submit to the US Copyright Office, I came across this old poem, which I wrote when my son was 8—rather than 17 and soon to go off to college! The… Read More ›
Conversation . . . Evil . . . Emerson . . . Jesus . . . Conversation
Last night I went out to dinner with three intelligent, highly educated people. We had the usual sort of conversation or conversations—a few bits about our current lives and our pasts, relatives; a few bits based on things, news… Read More ›
Re-inventing the sabbath
{click for pdf} I The point of this post is to call attention to the possibility and ramifications of observing a weekly sabbath. By this word, lower case, I mean a day of rest in which the “religion” is… Read More ›
This is my poem for Terminal B
And for my son, and with thanks to the JFK Airport, Langston Hughes and Frank O’Hara You know you’re in love when you look forward to going to an airport with someone, and Waiting with him in the line… Read More ›
On the Capacity to be Alone (Post for Independence Day)
{click for pdf} I recall that in college there was an idea of studying together. If a young couple, or a group of friends, wanted to spend time together, one thing they would do was to study together. But of… Read More ›
On the Unexpected
{for the pdf click} 1 When she was 11, Emily Dickinson sent the following letter to a friend: “My Plants grow beautifully — you know that elegant old Rooster that Austin thought so much of — the others fight… Read More ›
