The Attic of Bill's Life

My Little Bulldog -Being a Senryu/Renga for my daughter Liz- No challenge stops her stance is set shoulders squared She needs no reassurance no protective arm What she wants is what she wills she harbors no illusions No man will tell her what to do She has lain out her own way and swept it clean No... Sign in to see full entry.

Dr. Monica Many an angel does wear white, Though the flawless, blinding, perfect cloth Is seldom part of the celestial uniform. True angelic attire is often as not A bloodflecked smock Inhabited by a cranky, caring cynic Bent on saving you in spite of yourself. Dr. Monica, Best Friend to my wife,... Sign in to see full entry.

Gimmie A Girl Gimme a girl With secrets in her eyes Dreams falling from her lips The taste of Truth upon her tongue A freightrain rhythm in her hips Gimme a girl With a heart of fire Whose whisper kindles Mad desires Fortunate I, I found the girl - The seductress whom I one day wed; By day she... Sign in to see full entry.

In Memoriam for My Old Kitty, Shadow Fat you were, beyond description. Jabba the Hut had nuthin' on you. From a scruffy little Brillo-pad sized stray Your appetite ballooned you To an incontinent continent of feline adiposity. A fur covered Butterball turkey With attitude You never failed to fall... Sign in to see full entry.

Deadhead Epilogue Now that Crazy-Fingered rain Has begun to fall And the Terrapins have all left the Station, Will we remember in joy The Dreamtime they made, As we wind our ways home In respectful elation? I do believe that Allah sang the blues When the fat man who showed us all a good time Left to... Sign in to see full entry.

The Pillow It was the very heart of Winter, and because I was myself as yet but six, my Great-Grandmother, a.k.a. "Great-Gran" to my generation, was still alive. She seemed to me as crowned with white, as full of years as the trees outside were full of snow all on their bony limbs. We sat facing one... Sign in to see full entry.

Girl In A Green Velvet Dress Maybe it was the way her lips pouted so; Full and inviting below vacant eyes. Perhaps it was the unconcious, lionine way of strolling She had, like a beast without mind, all power Proud, but unreflective. More likely, though, it was the dress That junglegreen velvet that... Sign in to see full entry.

The Infection: A Cautionary Tale When she thought it over later, she couldn't see how she'd missed the infection for so long. Generally, her awareness of the state of her health was pretty good, even in the midst of the controlled chaos of her being. Even so,health is a thing easily ignored when... Sign in to see full entry.

Ann Her name is Ann, and she is perfect. No factual perfection exists in her, of course; this is true of no one. But in the absolute closure of her mind, in the completeness of her resistance to any and all doubts as to herself, she goes without flaw. In the world of Ann's head, she and she alone is... Sign in to see full entry.