A poem modeled after a poem by Hanshan, the reclusive 9th century Chinese poet from Cold Mountain who is credited with 320 poems meditating…
Mar 29, 2020
The wheel turns as the sun crosses the sky.
Change sings in the sound of the subway.
The children dance before they cry, then dance again…
A Rollicking Poem about, um, Understanding Others
Dec 16, 2018
Am I supposed to be happy?
Tell me? Somebody? I’m blue:
Is that a crisis or a sign of sanity?
C02 killing us, bombings and bombast.
A poem modeled after a poem by Hanshan, the reclusive 9th century Chinese poet from Cold Mountain who is credited with 320 poems.
(For Shel Silverstein)
Nov 16, 2018
Hold back nothing —
Nov 22, 2018
Living in The City amidst young go-getters and creaky old coots.
My wild hair is mostly gray;
I’m carefree as a goat in garbage
Dec 22, 2019
End-of-year mind totes up the failures
Mar 16, 2020
A Poem for a Pause
Writing is a starry night.
Choose your words and get them right.
Do not doubt your heart’s desire.
Do not wait ’til love inspires.
Jul 31, 2020
I float from room to room, a dust mote in moonlight,
shivery, thirsty, tired as a tom cat at noon,
teeth sticky from gnawing cough drops.
The truth after all these years . . .
The pleasure of partners in bad weather (After Hanshan)
Aug 11, 2020
An insomniac wrestles with iambic pentameter
Although I promised to write a sonnet,
I sought inspiration and got one line.
I need to focus and get right on it,
Because I’ve frittered…
Playwright, performer, redhead.
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