Waking up late into the night, As I sometimes do, I get up and eat a handful of mixed nuts And drink a small glassful of cold milk. Waiting for that to settle, I do some New Year’s resolution Balancing exercises. I’m facing out Onto the street Gyrating awkwardly on one leg, Window frames my…

A lonely Dengue mosquito Sings “Jingle Bells” To my left ear.

After a full three-quarters of a century of trying, I still have trouble being adult. It seems I’ve just got no feel for it. Four decades of high school teaching got me no farther than big boyhood. In other words, as a teacher I was usually the biggest kid in the room, albeit always the…

At last someone has undertaken the full explication and elucidation of the word “pear”, particularly as concerns its reflection of the fruit itself: oblong and symmetrical. The very sound of the letters which comprise it proceed in a tidy balancing act running from the cold, sharp progression of pee and ee to the pillowed warmth…

He held his left lat with his big right hand and doubled over, gasping with laughter, struggling to keep the fruit jar in his left hand from spilling. Old Slim Remington finished a full gallon of Petri fortified white and watched TV evangelists every night of the year. Bought us beer and never took a…

Sucking thoughtfully at his purple, throbbing thumb, He examines the new deck: It looks good, feels strong, Feels right.

“‘I miss you-er company’ fell rather short of explanation or apology,” he offers. “It was intended to,” she replies. “Why apologize? What’s to explain?” “Don’t you think what happened deserves more? Or better?” he suggests. “Here,” she says. “Read this.”       Haiku 2 U And, But, Or, So Why, where, when? Who? Why? Why? U’n…

“Nancy C. had flaming orange hair, laughing blue eyes, and a blood-red mouth. And a most lovely set of hostages to fortune, begging for release. If only. “But by the time I got the hooks undone and the straps loose, Frank D. and Solveig M. were halfway down the stairs, heading toward the couch where…