Category Archives: Poems

She traces lines, then lifts her eyes to ask: Who will you save?   What did she see in my hands  upturned to heaven?   Perhaps bats rising  from my palms, swarms  winging into night.   In the glare  of … Continue reading →

Dear Emily,   The grocery carriages hold paper supplies, They drive them quickly, with much haste; Among those who could not put away their labor, Or leisure, for courtesies.   On the way home they pass the school, No longer … Continue reading →

Self-isolating during corona virus, home feels like a trap, a curse not shared by insects. They are not halted by human fear. Not the woolly caterpillar crawling across the driveway. Not the inch worm that pushes and pulls, shoving the … Continue reading →

What I want to say to the tulips that emerged, again, in March: I am so grateful to count on you.   There is nothing else to gird me anymore. This beauty almost makes me weep.   Do you see … Continue reading →

Crows land on telephone wires apart equal distances, squawking, maintain space. Cows kneel, not touching shoulders, content and separate. Geese pattern six feet apart, flying in a pyramid Ants march single file, six ant-lengths. A bee entering a hive, wipes … Continue reading →

(Hope this poem brings you a smile.) Hey, don’t blame me. I’m just a bit of fat covered protein doing what I’m programmed to do. Well, yes, I’m invisible to your eyes. I guess that’s not really fair. But you … Continue reading →

Having lived in a battleground for most of my life, I remember coming to Israel afterthe Six Day War, with throngs of other baby boomers from around the world dazzledby the David-and-Goliath victory and ready sources of cannabis. It seemed … Continue reading →

“Until I can no longer see, But continue to believe In the sun’s promise to return: And it will this morning. And  tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow, Building the spiral called eternity Out of each sun, the dance of … Continue reading →

 The Raucous King is not afraid  He’s planning a Pandemic Ball, a gathering  of all, to bow before her golden braid  The Raucous King is not afraid  of his eager, pallid daughter, the maiden  known as Breathless Death– Himself flattering– … Continue reading →

Everybody just stop charging for things. Everybody, yes, give things away for free.   I got C in Economics. I’m sure there’s something I’m missing. It can’t be that simple. E.g., I don’t believe money is the root of all … Continue reading →