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 ›
Poems (including Limericks)
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 ›
Along the side of the road I found a silver goblet which had been used as an ashtray
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 ›
Returning, remembering, regrets
Returning – the long flight to the capital, then to the beach The palm trees, the taxi, the dirt road, dogs asleep, The long benches and table warm in the shade of the house. Each, that irretrievable afternoon, happy there… Read More ›
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 ›
You call this a poem?
Or what one learns if one rents a car and it gets a flat tire? It wasn’t just a thought of A’s graying CEO, The bright idea of some young bugle boys at company B – There was… Read More ›
The Ballad of Don and Dee
At 9 in line at The Dry Goat Don, he heard these words from Dee: “How many lives must it consume – French pressed, small batch coffee?” The faded denim of her shirt Agreed with gentle breasts. Don, helping… Read More ›
