For all the Saints, who since Thursday will rest Until next Sunday, when San Francisco Shall play them as with Lucifer possessed, For Saints have hands that pilgrims' hands forgo, For saints must make two miracles occur To be considered thus by orthodoxy. But if a mundane wonder one prefers, Would that not be a … Continue reading November 2: All Saints

Like Brooks's Crazy Woman I will look At this eleventh month with certain glee, Although the song I sing won't be mistook For dissidence, just yearning to be free From regular bombardment by the phone, TV, mail, radio, and door to door, All seeking to condemn or to condone Opinions they would normally ignore. But … Continue reading November 1: Midterm

“Bright Star,” a musical collaboration Between Steve Martin and Edie Brickell, Whose title comes from Keats, whose exhortation Tells paramours in patience they should dwell, Competes with Randall Thompson for delight, Whose setting of “Choose Something Like a Star” By Robert Frost, with Keats's Eremite, One seen up close and one seen from afar. But … Continue reading October 31: Cloud Allusions I Recall

When one is pounded by a hurricane Awaiting the arrival of the eye While buffeted by wind and soaked by rain, Enduring for the promised calm nearby, It's quite dismaying when that longed-for peace Fails to arrive and callously implodes, An unexpected hurricane's surcease Chaotic, savage thunderstorm forebodes. But weather cannot be controlled by yearning, … Continue reading October 29: A Change in the Weather

As families dependent on a member Whose work, at any time, may call them in, Regardless of the time and day remember It's not the date; it's what's observed therein. An anniversary may see delay Until it can be nicely celebrated And any gift, regardless of the day, Will be enjoyed and much anticipated. Observances … Continue reading October 28: Observation

When naps are insufficient to restore One's equipoise and sordid things enthrall, And each contentious point makes one's pride sore- The calendar illuminates it all. When copious caffeine gives one the shakes, From snide remarks it's harder to abstain, And twaddle seems to have the highest stakes- The calendar endeavors to explain: Daily routines obscure … Continue reading October 27: Poor Me Syndrome

“Ask: it shall be granted unto you,” Is something I was told when I was small. Internalized through song, I therefore knew That wanting was sufficient wherewithal. I quickly learned that it was perilous To yearn when perspicacity is lacking, As those who listened could be querulous And wear when one anticipated tacking. Philosophers would … Continue reading October 26: Simple Gifts

Today, I tried to see if I was able To write a sonnet in a new location, Specifically, our humble kitchen table Upon which we enjoy games and gustation. One might not think that space has an effect On whether one can do cerebral work, But here desire and habit intersect, And it's enough to … Continue reading October 24: Table Read