You’re the shadow on the floor who’s told to dance. The trot from an orange fox, willing to play the hunt. The hounds all bark at once. A...

You muttered under your breath I’m stupido, as though I’m too dumb to know what it means. While I grew up in Little Italy,  you say I’m...

Do not stoop and whisper  your affections to my ear. Don’t stroke my bearded chin like I’m a cat, 3 ½ feet away, expect a murmur like a...

Basho’s frog was just a toad. Never had a wart in all the years. I mean Basho, not the toad. How can he write of life without the...

Nothing is what it seems. You stared at the solar eclipse for twenty minutes, orbs of blue as naked as your birth, their flame like...

I think he’s bigoted. Complains about the Muslims, the script of Arabic,   its use of dots and sickles; unaware we’ve loved its digits...

Everyone here is racing yellow lights. No one likes to ponder life at reds. The fragility of tulips. The radio’s always playing the same...

A poet cannot make a magnum opus. It’ll never achieve the stars. Two roads diverged in a wood ? No, trees won’t get it done, and a path’s...

the only way out is in —Junot Díaz After lunch you’re pleading don’t sweep away the whits from the picnic table. Leave them for the...

As we sit upon a bench in Reynolds' Park, you say that I’m indifferent to your pain. Your neuropathy. Autistic bloody savant. Your...

Mr. Play It Safe, was afraid to fly —Alanis Morissette You click away Ironic, hear the morning gab on Radio Wire: Heroes come in varied...

—the 30 th  of September They say nothing rhymes with orange. I find that rather strange. Maybe nothing rhymes with truth. Goes with...

It’s the proverbial sledgehammer/fly, a Captain Hook who’s gashed  by his little itch, his cheek now lined by his lapse of memory. You...

Incident is a funny duck of a word. It can mean a clean-up in aisle 7,  the spill from a bag of salt. Your fear it will be re- taped,...

I visualize a time when we will be to robots what dogs are to humans —Claude Shannon Dr. Chandra, will I dream? —2010: The Year We Make...

and when her toddler lost his fingers in the shells, when the plumes arose like fungi— in the grass, mushrooms dotted about the...

Politicians love to say at the end of the day, like it’s some magical time of epiphany. Why is nothing quite as clear while having lunch?...

Superman never made any money Savin' the world from Solomon Grundy And sometimes I despair the world will never see another man like him...

Your patience is a virtue is wearing thin, making me grind my molars 'til they’re smoothed like lakeshore stones: They’ve been carried by...

You like potayto, and I like potahto You like tomayto, and I like tomahto —Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off...