The faithless hound hides underneath the bed, Thus showing more sense than mistress and master, For Dashiell Hammett hit it on the head- Nora and Nick are quick, but Asta's faster. My parents, married thirty years and counting, Diverted by the antics on the screen, Are laughing, now, as always when surmounting Their troubles, filling … Continue reading November 16: Nick of Time
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November 15: God Head
It's thanks to John and John I know the word That's used when martyrs are in art depicted With their own severed heads in hand: absurd, Yet somehow dignified are the afflicted. It's thanks to Schwartz and Menken I possess A favorite cephalophore at all. My past pet peeves they handily redress, While cleverness and … Continue reading November 15: God Head
November 14: Clique Claque
When one knows members of the audience, The show will inexplicably feel fraught, And one feels one can tell the difference Between an friendly crowd and one that's not. Your ears are tuned to laughter and your eyes Are drawn to those with hands against their faces Contorted with despair or with surprise, As they're … Continue reading November 14: Clique Claque
November 13: Reviewing
When one performs a musical's premiere The wait for feedback seems well nigh eternal Will critics rave? Will audiences cheer? Will chipper chatter spread or rants infernal? Will people sense the spilled ink, sweat, and tears That brought the show so suddenly to life, Comprised of Broadway vets and volunteers All balanced on a sharpened … Continue reading November 13: Reviewing
November 12: Big Miss
A dachshund's an unsubtle little creature Whose manners are perfunctory at best, Whose stubbornness confounds the patient teacher, By whom a grand persona is possessed. But luckily attempts at stealing food Are oft preceded by a stalking mien, And throes of undesired solitude Through yaps and cunning poses can be seen. While some requests in … Continue reading November 12: Big Miss
November 11: AAK and EEW
We met in summer, fathers' daughters we, Though during school years we were separated And parents' hopes were not a guarantee, We reunited, friendship unabated. But then one autumn, new names we selected To be our first identities online, And since we two were already connected The BBS served only to refine Our giddiness- for … Continue reading November 11: AAK and EEW
November 10: Seasonettes
When one lives in a coastal chaparral, The joke is that we only have two seasons: One dry, one wet, and by that rationale Our climate is monotonous, and reasons To shun it are abounding, for the mild Of winter weakens us when faced with cold, Expecting it to suit us, like a child, As … Continue reading November 10: Seasonettes
November 9: Inner Space
Grief is a hole that suddenly appears Protected by an invisible seal, Hidden, immeasurable, so that one fears The indefinable may not be real. And yet it can be felt sporadically, At times both unforseeable and those That fall beneath predictability And half-remembered history- suppose That curiosity will chip away The seal, but fear of … Continue reading November 9: Inner Space
November 8: Day of the Living
Two women, separated by three years, Two thousand, seven hundred sixty miles, And three time zones, but linked by blood and tears Pick up their phones with matching wistful smiles And dial the number of their elder brother To wish him happy birthday both at once, Thus making him ring off to greet the other … Continue reading November 8: Day of the Living
November 7: O My Sainted Aunt
My evening walk brought me up to a wall Where previously a set of stairs had been- A set of rotten roots had caused to fall A mighty eucalpytus, clad in green. When morning dawned, the screen of leaves had gone, The trunk chopped into manageable blocks, Though doughty bannister had undergone A transformation from … Continue reading November 7: O My Sainted Aunt
Libby Weber 