Sunday, March 3, 2013
MY QUESTION
While Eddie had his funeral, we dropped outside to have a smoke. The traffic went on buzzing by as if the man had never died. The fellowship of nicotine gave me some comfort and relief at least until I went back in on past the easel with his name, past voices no one thought to raise, past people who...
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Sunday, December 2, 2012
SECOND THOUGHTS AT THE QUARRY POND
Suicide was on his mind while he stood at the quarry rim. He took the leap, but found his God as suddenly he learned to swim.
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Saturday, December 1, 2012
THE TIME I GOT IT RIGHT, OR NEARLY
NOTE - Like many other struggling young teachers in the 70's, I was a summer waiter at Middlebury College's Bread Loaf School of English. This poem is based on a situation that occurred at the end of each summer session. Waitstaff at the dining hall received no tips until the last breakfast, at...
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Monday, November 26, 2012
SNEAKER UGLY
At one time sneakers had no style, had rubber bottoms, sides of canvas, closed with double-knotted laces - low-cuts, high-cuts, black or white, they didn't cost a lot of money. Then, voila! The "Sport Shoe" came - ugly, lumpy, alien ("What IS that growth there on your foot!?"), its plastic, ovals,...
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Wednesday, November 14, 2012
IRENE THAT CLEVER HURRICANE, PART 2
Chainsawed after Irene felled it right across the Blue Dot Trail, the huge old oak revealed its rings the first time in its long, long life. Delighted at discovery of such a potent metaphor, someone with magic marker wrote in fancied ring-count steps, beginning with a center dot, a kind of woodland...
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Tuesday, November 13, 2012
THE OLD DAYS
Sleep faster, we need the pillow. - Blanche Rothstein
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Monday, November 12, 2012
RABBI GERSHON SKIRMISH ON GROWING OLD, a haiku
You're still young if you listen, learn, can tolerate some contradiction.
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Sunday, November 11, 2012
REMEMBER THIS, a haiku
Far too many go to the grave with their best songs inside and unsung. - It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there. - William Carlos Williams
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Saturday, November 10, 2012
SO, SMILE NEXT TIME - a haiku
This picture on your passport clearly shows someone too ill to travel.
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Friday, November 9, 2012
TELEGRAM FROM MY DAUGHTER AT COLLEGE, a haiku
Dad, start worrying. Details to follow shortly. Love, Lizeveta - Rabbi Gershon Skirmish
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