I do not write because I choose to express my views or take some stand, and not because I have something more to say, although…
When I see you I swoon, you take my breath away, for you my heart goes to the moon. When I see you I swoon,…
I must confess the drug that’s made my life a mess, isn’t crack or coke or weed, not even alcohol, shrooms, or speed, but presidential…
These months are now the longest months, as we hibernate in covid’s cave waiting for the power of the sun to end this Arctic wave.…
Don’t ditch the poems for poetry is meant to give us pause, allow us to reflect upon a cause, or even to dissect our laws…
When covid came and gripped us all in fear, and the government said to sanitize, wear a mask, and don’t go near, we didn’t take…
Holiday blues About 3 years old With curly hair And big brown eyes Hand in hand All four of them Walked into my bedroom In…
The Bialy is the persistent roll, steadfast in its refusal to yield to changing times, fast food technologies, or half-baked ideologies. A lean, simple dough…
Aren’t we all just unassuming creatures deserving of a poem, just as much as setting sun, falcon’s flight, or maple leaves upon a tree? Is…
Is a bagel still a bagel? If it is, what makes it so? This is what I ask, and what I mean to know. It’s…
Each time we light the lights and lean back on the couch, we wonder which will be the last one lit, which will be the…
