By William Eaton (O’Hara text below) When I was a child There was an old tree where my sisters and I played – fantasies. There was not much around but an old barn, grass and sheep. Further along, Our… Read More ›
Poems (including Limericks)
As far as I can tell, the latest sexual-harassment guidelines do not outlaw poetry
When we began to attack traditional ways of expressing sexual desire – when We began to criminalize suggestive or insulting sounds, or sexual innuen- Does, and sexual activities including kissing! and remarks about people’s clothing Or bodies, unwanted humor or… Read More ›
A Thanksgiving dream
While sharing a hotel room with my son Nearing the end there were just two Running through fields, slightly uphill. An exhausted me, perhaps, arms outstretched, As to a loving parent not just ahead? And a final turn… Read More ›
The poem I wrote at the Caffè Trieste
While renewing my commitment to light verse! Abigail and Susie You’d best shake a leg, eh? Your coffee’s a coolin’ At the Caffè Trieste. Abigail and Susie Give you guidebooks a rest, eh? Your food it is ready At… Read More ›
By the time I got to Woodstock
It was an election season And so the candidates and interest groups had their signs along the roadways And my taxi driver said more than once that he wasn’t voting – He didn’t know who to believe. He was… Read More ›
Ballad of a nullfidian
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 ›
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 ›
