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
What would Emily do?
A retirement poem? Or for Americans more generally? After Dickinson wrote two thousand poems and that didn’t quite work – Though, yes, it worked spectacularly for readers born after she died – After she had baked so many loaves… Read More ›
A poem about the sun
Our god is a consuming fire Hebrews 12:29 When summer came, he left the city Afraid of the heat and pollution Afraid of the sun He found himself in a hospital In a ward with no air-conditioning… Read More ›
They did this for any number of years
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 ›
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’s oppressive, and there’s no drying season. Thank God for our new technology, for our innovations – The… 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 ›
