I feel bad for 404 as its page is never found, that it’s lumped with oops and error—   that all of the numbers before it somehow escape...

What endless depth of meaning can you say in 17 clicks?   I know, English forms have no such syllabic binds, though a line of 3 remains,...

By now we know the Berenstains weren’t Jewish, there was never a bear who was stein, all of those many matzos going to waste ;  ...

I think I’ve become a cynic due to everybody’s lies— hell, bullshit won its way into the White House yet again ; while the richest man...

For years I’ve played it safe or so you’ve said, bolting shut the windows when it’s sunny, turning off the news before the weather,...

there were no more birds in the trees—well, there were, but every finch and sparrow felt relief, no more voyeurs spying on their sunrise...

and I give you this :   it’s Gordon Ramsey saying that it’s ok, you tried your best ; when the wellington is raw and the patrons up and...

The answer to this question is yes or no.   That’s three words.   Everyone assumes the yes is most important, the...

You’ve always liked it dim. Complain about light pollution, that it prevents you from seeing the stars,   while the steeple that shines...

This should be a love poem nowadays. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.   There’s surely hearts involved throughout the stanzas on...

The Latin word volare is a verb that means to fly.  When an acute accent is added to the final "e"— volaré— it becomes the Spanish...

I was hoping to make you cry with all the images that follow.   Not because I’m mean, heartless, one who seems to revel in the sadness of...

When I noted Elizabeth Taylor was rather pretty,   in 44’s National Velvet,   you said she’s a little young.   Yet she wasn’t a little...

If trees are lungs in the summer, they are nothing but bones in the winter.   Skeletons lack the credit they deserve. A skull just the...

I have to say I love you in 40 lines or less.   Space between the stanzas count as a line.   This is now my 10th—11th— fuck I am in...

My window is an extra eye, one that tells my brain it isn’t raining , how gusty the gales might be, that the city has sent its crew to...

If it's blasphemy to say this then so be it. You are the one whom God should have made in the beginning. A more beautiful name for each...

The Trane provides me a view above the asphalt, and the fault that splits   both bleached and yellow lines.   One-way signs of...

I pluck the olives   from the salad and that makes it less than Greek. You ask me if they’re green or black and I state it makes no...

I’m asked at once to confirm the fact that I am not a robot   but I am.   I don’t need to wrestle with a CAPTCHA, say how many    fucking...