Take the measure of your day,
What do you see?
Accomplishments scamper,
no bigger than fleas
Continue reading
Category Archives: Poems
Flu Shot
I think it’s time
On Old Lorca’s dime
To bend ample willow and waist.
Go get your flu shot.
Continue reading
Why Can’t I be a Bureaucrat?
I love a lot of things: coffee, croissants and a real newspaper in the morning; slipping between the closing doors of a departing subway train; Annie Hall. But few things top the feeling of publishing a new poem. Especially when that poem centers on bureaucracy and the work of the beloved and functionally essential automaton.
This piece seeks to capture the central question: Are you a bureaucrat? If so, how’s it going? Is the stereotype of torpor in the workplace accurate, or a wild misreading? Please update in any comments. I’ll send a suitably work-appropriate yet impossibly witty commemorative garment to any who feel open to weighing in. I need to know– you are a bureaucrat. What, then, does that mean and how does the work (I ask this in all seriousness) help you to realize the still-untrammeled dreams you continue to pursue in the liminal wake of life as it passes. Time unfolds, we are faced with the reality of diminishing returns.
So tell me. Tell me everything. For you are a bureaucrat, yes, but you are also– centrally and most importantly– you, a wildly creative and a vital voice rising up from the fertile ground of your own creative vanguard. You know what I mean. You know.
Sing to me.
The Female is the Safer Sex
Being Comptroller
A to Z Style
I’m taking an excellent class at Poets House right now, led by the inimitable Dr. Emily Moore. We’re all teachers in there and are exploring poetry in its many forms and guises with an eye to the classroom. I’m loving the many exercises and the chance to think as a teacher by first working like a student, going through my sonnet and enjambment paces.