Published with permission by "The Wall Street Journal," Sept.12, 1993-
Give Me That Old-Time Religion As one New Yorker said, the guy w… You in New York, your wallet as h… At least has goals, unlike the oth… Who kill and maim and have no aim…
My parents always seemed to be hum… Protecting beasts once sought with… And eating guiltily the ones still… Ennobling evolution’s theme . . .… They gave me newer weapons, bats a…
I know you mean the best for me, But why is there this urgency? If once you really had the time To praise my attributes in rhyme, I wonder if procrastination
Give Me No Perfect Things (se… Give me no perfect things: a snowflake - kalaidoscopic, machine-cut, different but all alike,
My myths have talking ducks and dogs mice making Roman arches in the baseboa… burglars
Elephants, Lawrence wrote,* let love bloom slowly “in their vast shy hearts.” But Lawrence dreamed. The beasts, it’s true, were once
Old novels have their faults, but… I’m sure we’d all rush out to buy… If on the jacket lovely Hester tr… To show us all a little cleavage a… New credit cards could quickly sto…
The plank is narrow, more narrow than when he started; he could slip off at any time. The wood is slick, too, threatening again a premature plun…
We thank You for his youthful ind… And pray You’ll pardon subsequent…
Give Me No Perfect Things Give me no perfect things: a snowflake - kalaidoscopic, machine-cut, different but all alike,
(News Item:Scientists photographed men’s faces, then measured their testosterone levels. They showed these photos to women, asking them which men they would prefer for sex and which ...
Slow cooking is the wisest way: Avoid inclusion of exotics till you know their flavor fits. Ingredients from Eastern lands, are never easy to digest,
A raptor’s visage, Assyrian bas relief; yet in the eyes, the poise, a stately acquiescence; opulence carved
A Wake In Florida’s woods there stands a… Still silo-girthed but leaning now… The trunk bone-white, stripped of… The spectral limbs shattered, gone…
Just off a country road a balding… Reclines in spring upon a pinkish… Of dogwood, which on any better da… Supports, at least in poems, a “fe… Or, worse, that “lifts to God its…