I like it when I see the chance of rain Is only ten percent, it makes me wonder Which one of ten of us is preordained To end up soaked and deafened by the thunder. I keep a weather eye upon the clouds To see if any might have me in mind Enough to seek … Continue reading March 5: Ten Percent
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March 4: What’s in a name?
A name is neither tooth nor claw, they say, Yet there are certain creatures at the zoo Who are as fun to see as they're to say, Like binturongs and crested cockatoos. The bobolinks and bushtits in the trees, The kudu and the xebu on the ground In both are kinkajous and mangabeys, While wombats … Continue reading March 4: What’s in a name?
March 3: After the Storm
The rising sun strikes curls of bark, now stripped From trunks, and needles dead have browned the grass. Indurate buds from tender twigs were ripped As though new growth was torn apart en masse. The shell-shocked trees list toward their fallen boughs, Their heartwood now exposed to air and sky. Contorted fences, bent but standing … Continue reading March 3: After the Storm
March 2: On The Ring Without Words
To skepticism I must now confess Of whether Wagner's Ring could be well told By an ensemble that does not possess One singer. When the prelude to Rheingold Washed over me in its entirety, I feared that choppiness would soon ensue Perhaps when Rhinemaidens made their entry, Or at the Nibelung's attempt to woo. Though … Continue reading March 2: On The Ring Without Words
March 1: On Disappointing Productions
A past professor once apostrophized, “Preserve us from directors with Concepts!” Until today I never realized That even when design is quite adept, It's hollow if the chosen point of view, Sucks out all joy and spontaneity. Conflicting humors turn the text into Perfunctory theatricality. Though challenging a problem play may be, The most successful … Continue reading March 1: On Disappointing Productions
February 28: Hey Ho! The Wind and the Rain!
How I commend you, beauteous, doughty booties Whose gusset is so firm about my calf That I may intersperse my daily duties With splashing and propensity to laugh, I brace my bumpershoot against the gusts And when it changes, I adjust my route, Unlike the passers by, who are nonplussed To find their brollies newly … Continue reading February 28: Hey Ho! The Wind and the Rain!
February 27: More Please
To my dismay, it's misting here today; We really could have used some proper rain. Instead of play in puddles or in spray, One must negotiate unsafe terrain. For when in drought, and it is misting out, The oil and dirt rise, but don't wash away. So do not shout, if, when you walk about, … Continue reading February 27: More Please
February 26: Left and Right
As brains and hands purport to show a split In dominance, so does one's politics; In habit we're reluctant to admit How frequently philosophies are mixed. Such things as privacy and central power Depend on who's perceived to be in charge And cynicism all too often sours Our views of our opponents small and large. … Continue reading February 26: Left and Right
February 25: Timing
Desire can be an inconvenient thing, That strikes in unexpected afternoons, Whose sun and scents remind one of the spring, That metamorphoses into monsoon-- Periphery consolidates into A self-perpetuating lustiness Which manifests in focusing one's view In ways that manners say should be repressed. But I have the advantage, so it seems, Of walking through … Continue reading February 25: Timing
February 24: On Average
I thank the powers for this middling day, Which started with anticipatory tears, That grew into resolve to always play With creatures that I hope to have for years, Which made me impotent to rise and leave For work, when to my lap Giovanni leapt But running for the bus, I couldn't grieve The presence … Continue reading February 24: On Average
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