Category Archives: Poetry

Ozymandias at Mar-a-Lago

I met a traveller from a strife-torn land Who said: “An orange and empty head of stone Screamed at the people . . . Near it, in the grandstands, Half drunk, a bitter correspondent, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and … Continue reading

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Speaking as a Passenger on Time’s Arrow

The future shifts and swirls even as you approach it, The present fleets by before you can grasp it, And the past is unrecoverable as it fades away. Nonetheless, the view…the view…

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Mainspring and Fall

A unplanned collaboration via email: MICHAEL, are you grieving Over Apple Watch not shipping? This bright thing of man you With your old heart care for, can you? Ah, as the year grows older That lack will make you smolder By … Continue reading

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Windy Weekend

The windows shiver, palm fronds rattle, A hot wind blows from a graveyard somewhere. Ana returns, her saintly eyes burning, Bearing a nervous and dusty despair.

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Beowulf: The monster and the cricket

I like Tolkien and I like Anglo-Saxon poetry. So, when a friend sent me a link to a New Yorker piece by dance critic Joan Acocello, titled “Slaying Monsters,” I clicked. Then I had to scrape the stupid from my … Continue reading

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A Poem

I have a big problem: It’s that I’m a Jew— A Jew that loves bacon And sausages too! And butterfly shrimp, And scallops in butter, And a bacon cheeseburger Makes my heart go aflutter! I’m my rabbi’s despair, And my … Continue reading

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A haiku

I think I’m in love. Of course, it could just be gas. Or it could be both.

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A short pantoum inspired by the opening line of “Gravity’s Rainbow”

A screaming comes across the sky. A sound we haven’t heard before: A distant wailing thin and high, It drops into a dreadful roar. A sound we haven’t heard before, To freeze the blood within our veins It drops into a dreadful roar: The cries of … Continue reading

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