Category Archives: Poetry
Time, as we clock it,Falls back this week:And the hour handAs it retreatsPulls the dawn with it.Yes, day will come sooner—but its early lightPortends the coming of an earlier night.
The L.A. autumn dances in, Santa Ana in one hand, fogbank in the other, Bewildering immigrant trees whose forebears Had grown in climes more orderly, Where seasons stepped in stately grace And not in helter-skelter leaps, pliés, and pirouettes, Where … Continue reading
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
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…
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
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.
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
I think I’m in love. Of course, it could just be gas. Or it could be both.
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