Limerick 155 When Shakespeare hit one hundred and fifty-four, Of his sonnets, William (Sir Francis or Wren, Christophore) confessed, “Posterity schmosterity, I can write no more.” And so I, in my dotage, reaching limerick one fifty-five, Hazily hear my… Read More ›
A Limerick Sampler It all began in May with a few limericks about Mike Pence, who has seemed at times on the verge of replacing Trump. On September 17, the adventure, with Limerick 155, reaches its conclusion. The poems have… Read More ›
This second part of the limerick project—which began in May 2017 with Pence, Trump and Comey—focuses on injustice and other illnesses, as well as on poetry (and Trump). This part takes the collection from July 2 to August 12, 2017,… Read More ›
The purpose of this short text is to call attention to the potential value of an age-old practice which has fallen out of favor: copying. I am not referring to plagiarism (which seems not to have fallen out of… Read More ›
A few notes on sexuality in the workplace How many hours of my life have I spent in offices? Roughly 2,000 a year times more than 30 rough years. That’s not only a lot of empty or trivial… Read More ›
A play there is, my lord, some ten words long, Which is as brief as I have known a play; But by ten words, my lord, it is too long Midsummer Night’s Dream There comes a point in some vigorous… Read More ›
FROM SEQUENCE 2013 November 2013 [click for pdf] A friend told me that every morning upon waking she meditates for an hour. My first reaction to this news was not positive. First thing in the morning nothing has yet… Read More ›
