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 ›
This is the first series of the limerick project—which began in May 2017 with Pence, Trump and Comey. This series focuses on injustice and other illnesses, as well as on poetry (and Trump). Later series: Part II (Injustice, Trump, Illness,… Read More ›
Dedicated to my friend Masha, who is studying child development. A conversation with her about the importance of a child’s first few years pushed me to finally move this text from the bowels of my computer to cyberspace. A… Read More ›
If a drug is invented at some cost and begins to show promise of making its inventors or their sources of capital large sums of money, it may become impossible to get accurate information about the efficacy of and the… Read More ›
A woman in her forties told me that, from the time she was 8 years old, her father had been telling her that she was deluded. Even if this memory itself is a delusion, we can feel for this person… Read More ›
At La Quinta Real (the royal manor), a Mexican resort hotel with a restorative view and not so restorative food, I was standing in a swimming pool with a Los Angeles portfolio manager (investment adviser). He asked me, convivially, what… Read More ›
“Having dressed myself up to be a sex object, I went out of my apartment and was looked at as if I were a sex object. And there was something in this looking that made me really uncomfortable. Why could… Read More ›
