The Moon Goes Round Again

Covid riding the night sky. Dawn’s wakeup
a constant replay where I’m on a carousel,
a March hare at a carnival, round and round… Read more
Covid riding the night sky. Dawn’s wakeup
a constant replay where I’m on a carousel,
a March hare at a carnival, round and round… Read more
There was no denying it, the cat was a nuisance – yowling at night, rummaging in garbage cans, tipping over an occasional flowerpot, demoralizing the local bird population, and in … Read more
Everything these days seems to bleed.
The sky goes all rose-colored at four—
a thin stripe hangs over the rolling land.
Heavy rain has washed … Read more
The satin box of hubris exploded
covering farmlands with grey ash
Truth danced outside insolent ears
suffering from selective hearing
Why arrogance has a steel … Read more
It could have been a piece of a kite
A propeller dislodged from a toy airplane
Or a frisbee – splintered by time
These piles of brightly colored festivity
That … Read more
History,
a meek friend of mathematics
has long grappled with a factual identity crisis
cooked by the privileged ones
under the guardianship of intellectual colored … Read more
Peace, a sly scoundrel,
restless and fragile,
met me a few years ago
for a few seconds
in a red dress
at Macy’s on 34th street.
A miracle indeed!
Stifled … Read more