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 ›
No Solution
Murder, children and other crimes
The reason that it is important—of the utmost importance—for white people, here, to see the Negroes as people like themselves is that white people will not, otherwise, be able to see themselves as they are. — James Baldwin, “East River,… Read More ›
Must each of us write her or his own insomnia poem?
The day prodigious leaves its problems for the night, And within the darkness we are so poorly covered. The mind may decide—there’s little to do but wait, And so waiting, exhausted, we’ll come to the light? We may be… Read More ›
By climate change our coffee beans find themselves threatened
A sonnet for my nephew Dan and his younger generation By climate change our coffee beans find themselves threatened! The heat is oppressive, and there’s no drying season. Thank God for our new technology, our innovations! The engines of… Read More ›
Phlegm misting the heart
{ Chers francophones : Apaise et ouvre les trous de l’esprit — un brouillon pour une traduction — se trouve en bas. } Overhearing someone use the word “courage.” “Something has to happen,” they told themselves. Youth, eager to… Read More ›
Sonnet for 9/27
One looks for a partner but can only be found by love. Since empirical research employs many more people than more intellectual pursuits, can it be wrong? We are on pace to die of canned laughter. The dog that I… Read More ›
There is No Solution
{click for pdf} If we imagine human beings as we do ants, if we imagine that it is the strength of the community that matters, the individual is an insignificant, replaceable foot soldier—we can easily see the value of… Read More ›
