What a Poem Can Do

What a Poem Can Do

Today is life.  I deserve to experience the bounty of simply being alive.  I can feel the pulse of life ripple through my body wherever I focus my attention. This focus, this attention, this pulse brings me right to where it is best to be.  It is simply...
Blog About

Blog About

These will be my topics: The Sacredness of SexSocial Organizationpower vs. forcerecruitment patterns into gangseffective techniques to remove kids from gangsBeautystructure of creativityarttable manners and productive customs of civilized societyThe Fear Of...
New

New

What is it about new:  new cup, new underwear, new coat, new kitten.  Why do we humans like new?  I guess it is simple:  it is a symbol for re-birth.  After a while all objects, including pets and boyfriends, do now awaken in us a spirit of...

Betrayal

I wanted to write a poem.But my heart got in the way.Much love I thought I’d show ‘emBut illusions I need to slay. I thought we had grown closerIn the solitude of CovidBut as lovers we are posers.It’s to truth I am devoted. When life reveals a friendHas a side that he...

To our dead Uncle Nabokov

It’s a pale fire, and then paler still Never to consume more intimate history Never more to creep or twist or twirl through logs Wond’ring if a boy would ever, ever meet this girl Who would think of her—yes, the very lift of my very nose? Or my voice’s cadence—or my...
So What is Your Question

So What is Your Question

So I’m reading Jeb McKenna’s second book.  Why am I reading Jeb?  Because I am also reading Moby Dick and pointing this out to my friends as if it makes me a serious reader of seriously good books.  Two friends say:  Read Jeb McKenna.  You’ve...