Book o’ Verse

Bodies fly close overhead glittering geese eyes turning my body to track invisible, lovely dark honk.

Up on those shoulders. Over that soft tummy, the gray-haired chest slopping in. Sitting up there, hands clutched together in clumps of see-through white. He walks you around the edge of the lake. It feel so light up there on those shoulders, Falling would just mean floating, then landing, then hopping back up. And a … Read more

both kids at other kids’ houses two toothbrushes standing by the sink.

Snow lights the heavens you sparkle at me cold soft indentations that last a week or so the footprints crushed the heavens sparkle at me cold you snow.

“75 years, same coffee.” Don’t trust fancy coffee drinkers, they’re saying. Or at least, do trust people who are constant — fixed, unflinching with scorched taste buds. Give your money to the folks who say Go to hell, cappuccino. Go to damn hell, double latte. Buy this car? Our coffee is pre-9/11. Pre-boom and bust. … Read more

I ate a chocolate whopper today. A cookie that was so chocolatey that in the molecular space where there’s usually air or maybe some kind of eerie vacuum with a faint ringing tone there was no air or vacuum. There was more chocolate. At the time I thought I’d earned it. I thought the math … Read more

Here’s another libretto that spilled out of my soon-to-be-seven-year-old son. He sang this one last weekend while puttering around his bedroom. To me, it sounds sort of like something written in 1200 BCE and then translated in the 1950s. I should also mention that I told him I’d be posting this and asked him what … Read more

Kids write the darndest verse. A while back I posted a poem or two by my daughter Shonny. Here’s one from my six-year-old son. He doesn’t really talk like this, but every once in a while he’ll belt out a non-rhyming song, sort of like a libretto, and these words will come out from somewhere, … Read more

Now more than ever we could all really use a yearbook photographer. Whispering ’round the quad. Snapping photos of us and our respective pals through the zoom lens of a swank 35mm Canon (Christmas gift) as we participate in various activities. Child-rearing, for example. Sock-matching. These things that we do. Afterhours they’re hanging with the … Read more

Anne Frank was resting. The day before she had bested the Werewolf. The day before that, an alien robot had burst into the attic. But there’s no rest for Anne Frank. Through a small window ringed with pencil-drawn tulips, you can see Godzilla’s head. At first, it’s the size of a thimble or a small … Read more