Dropping the shield (followed by an autobiographical note on the writing of this poem)

A memory held in the back Of these aging eyes Is probably more than a memory More like footage of a lost film, The quintessence of A story never understood Until now. There is young so-and-so And another scamp and me In a sandpit Ecstatically undermining The great cuts Left by a backhoe Where the …

So, I guess we’re f–ked?! Yes. . .and No. (a narrative poem)

I’m working with a young man Doing dreamwork. During our check-in I was fretting About the ravages of climate change world-wide And he looked at me and said, My friends and I refer to it as “climate catastrophe”. My neighbor told me That he was on a walk with His “kids” recently When he overheard …

The flowers in the bowl (a Covid poem)followed by a reflection on the writing of this poem

The flowers are in the bowl Because they caught on the mower I felt bad for them And placed them in the bowl In a little water This world is going to hell He said I know listen read this Don’t go to hell I said Too late he said After I read what he …

Asparagus

I grow asparagus While remote Arctic bases Sprout in the far north The conning towers Of submarines break through The ice like black plants They say We don’t want War but we will defend our (fill in the blank) Keep your eye on them Keep your eye on yourself too Cross yourself We are In …