Commentary

12/13/2016 - 2:51pm
Dear father, please forgive the way    I’ve cursed and defied you, And that I have lacked the courage    to tell you what was true. The brutal way you taught us each,    your children, to be good, And why you seemed to hate us all,    we never understood. I’m speaking now about the pain    of welts that striped my back And all the times you slapped my face    when I was talking back; The promises you made to us…... >>more
12/13/2016 - 2:48pm
If man, as a species,    rises to the occasion And takes the heavens    by storm— If we triumph over every element    and elemental force That reality has contrived—    that endless universes Have sprawled beyond our    infinitesimal species’ consciousness— If then, in some eternal tomorrow,    and after we’ve learned All that there is to know,    we should turn, at last, Our spectacular... >>more
11/29/2016 - 1:29pm
It's morning, my grandchildren aren't up, yet,     and my daughter is bagging their lunch. How familiar is this pattern from generation     to generation of mothers in the crunch. I tear at those clear and painful memories     of my single mom struggling through. Twelve years of making brown-bag lunch     to save the cost and, somehow, make do. So much love in peanut butter and jelly     and apple slices,... >>more
11/01/2016 - 3:17pm
In 2012, I was initially invited by my neighbor, Bill Schultheiss — who went around the neighborhood dropping flyers in our mailboxes — to preview an early version of the proposed plan to Maryland Avenue. There were several neighbors at this initial meeting, and we were asked to uses stickers (red or green) to mark where we may have concerns with respect to the proposed changes. Needless to say, I ran out of red stickers. By the time of I learned of the latest redesign plan for the... >>more
09/12/2016 - 8:25am
How I know it’s morning:        Both night and you are gone. I live by dreaming yesterday,        but life must end at dawn. Without a choice, I wake this way        and leave you where you stay, And come to where you’re not—        oh, god—another day…. >>more
09/12/2016 - 8:23am
How I know it’s morning:        Both night and you are gone. I live by dreaming yesterday,        but life must end at dawn. Without a choice, I wake this way        and leave you where you stay, And come to where you’re not—        oh, god—another day…. >>more
07/27/2016 - 2:26pm
Obituary is too bleak a word to end     the life and story of my friend: Whatever the judgment of the world,     however quickly this print fades, He was my friend, and I loved him,     and, as long as I am, he too will be. >>more
06/17/2016 - 12:55pm
I come to you like summer    and for the same reason that summer comes. I prance before you, for you—    make a spectacle of myself— Embarrassed,    but driven to be the one that knocks you up. Every-man, I guess…    but I’m the one that’s here. Freud and Skinner and Mead    have told us why, But this is not the time    for why: I’m busy making a fool of myself    for you. Join me in... >>more
06/13/2016 - 2:18pm
Our world is slow to appreciate     the beauty in wild flowers— Gardeners often root them out     suspicious of their powers; So as they grow, they learn to hide     from gardeners like me— To stay outside the garden gate     (as frightening as that can be) And there they stay, accepting fate—     living as though lost— But life itself soon draws them out     regardless of the cost... >>more