The Time Has Come

  "The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things. Of cloture votes— and civil rights— and Martin Luther Kings." ~ Lewis Carroll, "The Walrus and the Carpenter"   "The Walrus and the Carpenter" was in my seventh-grade literature book. I fell in love with it included it in my poetry notebook, … Continue reading The Time Has Come

The Past Alive

  It used to be that the world had rested entirely on her father's shoulders. He was the steady one, the safe one—the person she could depend on when her mother was in a state. But even the thought of her mother, now, gave her a tugging feeling of loss, and she often found herself … Continue reading The Past Alive

April in Texas: Loveliest of Flowers #AtoZChallenge

  Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things … Continue reading April in Texas: Loveliest of Flowers #AtoZChallenge

My 3.14 Day Poem*

  With thanks to Abbie Taylor, who told me about Pi Day Poems, and to Shakespeare, whose sonnet provided the form.  Anti-Ode on Pi   Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou‘rt such a strange shape, legs much like a chair, A top so curved there’s just no stinkin’ way It’d seat a … Continue reading My 3.14 Day Poem*

Political Poetic Parody: Sonnet #2

My second missed-the-deadline poem written for Nicholas Kristoff's Trump poetry contest. Sonnet #1 appeared last week. For those who have forgotten, the reference to Stephen Dowling Bots is explained below the sonnet.   How do I love Trump? Let me count the ways. How do I love Trump? Let me count the ways. Uh… Well… … Continue reading Political Poetic Parody: Sonnet #2

Political Poetic Parody: Sonnet #1

Last month, New York Times columnist Nicholas Kristoff announced a contest for Trump poems. Guidelines called for verses written from any political stance. I wrote two sonnets but forgot the October 8 deadline for submission. It seemed a shame to let them languish on the hard drive, so I share them here. The first appears … Continue reading Political Poetic Parody: Sonnet #1

Little Google Fiber or, Quick! Get Up and Put Some Clothes On!

With apologies to James Whitcomb Riley             Little Google Fiber's come to our house today, To scramble through the attic and drag cables on the way, And cut some boards and drill some holes and stuff some cables that Will link up with some other stuff beside the thermostat; But … Continue reading Little Google Fiber or, Quick! Get Up and Put Some Clothes On!

The Road to Bethlehem

THE ROAD TO BETHLEHEM If as Herod, we fill our lives with things and again things; If we consider ourselves so important that we must fill Every moment of our lives with action; When will we have the time to make the long slow journey Across the burning desert as did the Magi; Or sit … Continue reading The Road to Bethlehem

Eye of Tot and Toe of Tad…

Two witches stand over a boiling cauldron, one stirring, the other sampling the brew from a spoon. And the stirrer says to the sipper, "I only use local children." If Shakespeare had been a locavore, he might have written this. Or not.   Eye of tot, and toe of tad, Lambkin's hair, and lip of lad, Nipper's nose, … Continue reading Eye of Tot and Toe of Tad…

The Road to Bethlehem

THE ROAD TO BETHLEHEM If as Herod, we fill our lives with things and again things; If we consider ourselves so important that we must fill Every moment of our lives with action; When will we have the time to make the long slow journey Across the burning desert as did the Magi; Or sit … Continue reading The Road to Bethlehem

Love Poem for Valentine’s Day

I The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, "O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, … Continue reading Love Poem for Valentine’s Day

The Soul Selects

For Maryellen ~ The Soul selects her own Society — Then — shuts the Door — To her divine Majority — Present no more — Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing — At her low Gate — Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat — I've known her — from an … Continue reading The Soul Selects

The Maven

Once upon a time, a few days before Halloween, my friend EM called and said, "There are thirteen men under my house. They're leveling it. For the second time in five years." She then asked whether David and I would go with her and her husband to see the Edgar Allan Poe exhibit at the … Continue reading The Maven