▲ Poem for the upstanding woman who was so disturbed that I, though traveling all by myself, was being allowed to go on a night tour in the woods with her group You pointed at me – Walking toward me… Read More ›
The Real World
The pain can be silent; the sadness remains
Ordre du jour : introduction in English; poem in English; poema en espagnol (“El dolor puede ser callado; una tristeza permanece”); poème en français (« La douleur peut être discrète ; la tristesse demeure »). Introduction The title(s) of this post/poems has… Read More ›
Others & algunos & la petite voie
Debajo de las tres versiones (English, español y français) de este breve poema, vea, por favor, las palabras de Sainte Thérèse de Lisieux (Francia), que en español se llama Santa Teresita. Y déjame decirte, también, que lejos de mi casa,… Read More ›
There are women who are horses
There are women who are horses, there are women who are ships. There are men who are horses, there are women who are fish. Children whirl like helicopters, evading every kiss. And dogs who like lobster into butter can be… Read More ›
5 March 2019, about 11 am
I had come to see my retinal specialist. The place gets more like a factory with every passing what? Quarterly earnings report? In between the generally unnecessary but billable examinations with new machines They had me wait on a chair… Read More ›
Happy days are here again (pastiche)
Happy days are here again The air is being controlled again The wall is still not built again Happy days are here again Altogether shout it now The Tweeter’s through, who can doubt it now We’re gonna pay our… Read More ›
One again rises, having addressed the ages, history and all creation
With phone in hand, not soon from the bathroom With pants neatly cinched and curls not awry After such sitting without discharging After such texting without reflecting O to have enjoyed some peace and quiet O to have… Read More ›
