Category Poetry

The Painted Mirror

The Painted Mirror “The room surrounded him: Objects of desire Obtained by firing his imagination And hiring in its stead A head of numbers and receipts.” We are not designed to live alone, and in fact we don’t. Our efficiency, one room and a half apartment, holds our costumes and our play things, and we […]

The adolescent poet no longer

section one of the Hunched Man is concluded. The next blog will begin section two: the Painted Mirror

He seeped into himself

We are often lonely together

“God gave me eyes……”

“God gave me eyes and took away my tongue lest I flap it like a flag in the morning breeze” That is the first line in my center piece poem…a poem that’s been with me for a long time. The Hunched Man is the off key non-linear singer of a soul trying to manifest itself […]

From the Hunched Man, page 3

my discover that we die

Orthodoxy in Public

In this morning’s Washington Post, Amanda Bennett has written an article on bias that is well worth reading. She raises the question, and fuels it with strong and reasonable “what ifs” regarding the interaction of certain religious orthodoxies that in our daily public life are experienced by women as prejudicial. That was her focus, and […]

Styx and Stones

Plato found a teacher who taught him                                                          how to learn.                                   […]