The Minimum Wage
November 30, 2019
There is an uneasy truce:
He wields the razor,
I pay the tip.
No Comment
Power
November 28, 2019
I’m not going to argue the absurd, argue
That things are bad or going to get better.
We live in an age of immutable belief shaped
Don’t Let the Fascists Win
November 25, 2019
To write is to argue without evidence that beauty
pervades: the rainforest and the killing field,
sunsets and floods of acid rain on I-95.
Be Wary of Sadness in Dark Times
November 23, 2019
I notice my parents’ aging as I do my own:
Not at all, then in a photo, all at once.
Life Can Be as Simple as This
November 17, 2019
When I leave, his sadness is simple:
He loves me here, close enough to sniff.
To him I am fragrant of complete love,
Without Context we are Lost, or Why Poems Need Footnotes
November 10, 2019
What if poetry were as recognizable to the general public as commercial jingles (The best part of waking up, is Folger’s in your cup), pop music, or celebrities?
Slogans Are Easy
November 3, 2019
We can never atone for the billions
spent on dark dreams
sawed through with ease,
What Can a Poet Do in War?
October 29, 2019
There are epochal battles blazing around the world,
Blinding to those who look, shrapnel of noon-day sun
In the concerned citizen’s eye.
The Magic of the Digital Age
October 27, 2019
I came of age when computers, and then the Internet,
Came of age, magic I could partake of
Unlike the alcohol of the adult world
Whose pleasures jaundice the once-idealistic.
