selected past writing at 42opus
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
"Am I my brother's keeper?"
Like the fuel load of bombers,
clichés come squared and balanced…
2 March 2003 | poetry
Panic-lodger, flush in the rafters. I didn't realize
I had been watched so well. The faces
my mother used to make
down at me…
5 June 2007 | poetry
Being acquainted with a newspaper reporter who had a couple of free passes, I got to see the performance a few nights ago at one of the popular vaudeville houses.
One of the numbers was a violin solo by a striking-looking man not much past forty, but with very gray thick hair. Not being afflicted with a taste for music, I let the system of noises drift past my ears while I regarded the man.