God, in His infinite wisdom Has invented so many things Like coats, sweaters and umbrellas To keep my dear son warm and dry And buds for cellphones so that I Might not hear every word that strangers’ Mothers say… Read More ›
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Another Kind of Love Poem
Putting together a sort of book of my poetry to submit to the US Copyright Office, I came across this old poem, which I wrote when my son was 8—rather than 17 and soon to go off to college! The… Read More ›
The Love Song of an American President
We begin somewhat gently, as many courtships begin. Dressed with more class, she wanted him, while naturally he Felt the clothes on his back—this was for him to decide. Not, said the young lady, if you want me for your… Read More ›
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November Love Story
On the sidewalk by a plant store on East 10th Street A dying little plant, mainly brown twigs Dumbly awaiting the garbage collector One of the workers shrugged—it’s all yours and free On my warm bathroom ledge, the warming… Read More ›
Not these outward copies
A stumbling sonnet duet, for V.T. “Not these outward copies, But we combined, despite and all ready And by somehow just by ourselves Conversation stumbling While fingers softly curl Round these our gloved bodies Found, despite, deservedly Side… Read More ›
A woman my views on (sex and on) women sought to gather
A woman my views on (sex and on) women sought to gather. We’re thinking of partnering; these seemed greatly to matter, Revealing whether I would do; or perhaps what she really wished— Was continuing on alone instead of love… Read More ›
Summer Just Barely Over (La rentrée à peine)
Exhausted by my work day and exercise Épuisée par une journée de travail et au club de sport I went to bed early and woke at 6.30 Je me suis couchée tôt et me suis réveillée à 6.30 And there… Read More ›
