Visual Plunder

Paris, France – October 2016 Looking through the window of a Paris tour bus, I see you you don’t see me as we weave our way through traffic around the Arc de Triomphe in opposite directions, west to east, east to west. I filch radiance flicked from your chin,...

Flowers of Evil

A Prose Poem While reading Charles Baudelaire’s The Flowers of Evil in my garden, a tiny spider walked across a poem titled ‘The Jinx,’ I slammed the book shut. When I opened it, there was a miniscule red stain between “vita brevis” and “ars longa.”...

Lost Innocence

A Prose Poem I was three years old. It was spring. I was playing in the garden. I startled a mud toad under a green leaf. The toad leapt away. I wanted him to play. I hurled a stone and hit the toad, killing it. I ran to tell my mother. My mother cried. She was no...

Temptations R & D

A Prose Poem The devil is exhausted. He works hard. Mostly mental, but it is still hard work. He must produce new and more alluring  temptations each and every day. He tests them out on his underlings.  Some are tossed as  ineffective and irreparable  . Most are good...

The Man in the Red Baseball Cap

A Prose Poem What can we believe anymore and how and why? A fictive mind has been caught in bed with the wife of facts. Each day at 5 p.m. children are marched before the newsroom cameras into the public eye. Can we tell whose child is whose? Which child is...

Aphorism #2

The essence of a water pitcher is in the juxtaposition of what is and isn’t...

Guns just want to be shot.

Guns just want to be shot. They doze in the gun safe, fidget in the night stand, squirm in the glove compartment, are restless under the driver’s seat. The loaded pistol under the pillow whispers to the sleeping mind above, “I think I hear a burglar in the...

Writers Conference September 30, 2017

On Saturday, September 30 the Lorain County Public Library System offered a writers conference at the North Ridgeville branch.  I attended along with about eighty other local writers gathered to learn the strategies for getting published.  The speaker was Chuck...

An Explication of the Poem “God Is a Wolf”

The poem: ‘God Is a Wolf” was posted on September 20, 2017 We approach a poem like a detective approaches a crime scene, looking for clues.  Discovery is in the details.  The clues are found in the very carefully chosen words the poet offers. The words...

The Crossing Guard

Hard power engines, hot tail pipes, dark tires, the heavy business of bumpers. And the children, not to be had, darting edgeless through the sun, invisibly silent, lost in the sum. The crossing guard, orange vest & gloves, not much, an evident word against losses....