Poetry

Last month, a study was published which reveals that men who take care of their babies get a big drop in testosterone levels. The more involved they are with their kids, the bigger the drop. These findings certainly corroborate with my experience. Testosterone is associated with selfishness and aggression, and in the months and years […]

My old friend Erik B. wrote this fabulous sonnet about ROX and stuff. In Blooming Town a young man cast his fate A TV show he’d wring from force of will For lighting rigs and soundboards he’d not wait His friends and he demanded not a frill The substance of the thing, aye there’s the […]

Remember those Brother WP-500 disks I mentioned a while back? I was unable to find a compatible machine to actually read and print the disks myself. My research revealed there were only three models that could read this format. A guy in Britain advised me that they are considered “logically hard-sectored” — whatever than means […]

Continuing to experiment with Google Presentation and Flickr’s Creative Commons photo search. The text for this is a poem I wrote about twenty years ago.

Generated by Wordle from a poem by Krystal G., a sixth-grade girl in downtown Indianapolis. Here’s a couple other Wordles I made:

Dipping into ye olde hard drive, I found this photo collage I made six years ago. I still think this is pretty cool. I didn’t use a flash and so most of my pix turned out blurry, but when reduced for this collage they actually look decent. Of all the people who read and performed […]

No school today, so quiet — and then the machinery.

There are nineteen balusters In our balustrade. I painted them all orange today Each one a different shade. Actually that’s not true. I painted sets of two In alternating hue. This tortured verse Has gone from bad to worse But do not curse My name. I plan to have a merry Christmas And hope you […]

I just got my copy of Katrina-ku: Storm Poems, a compilation of haiku poetry about you-know-what, to which I contributed a little technical assistance. It’s a beautiful little book, quite sad but also quite funny. Get your copy — they’re cheap!

I haven’t seen our new neighbor Ashley since I talked to him a couple weeks ago. But I met another young African-American man living in that same building, right across the street from us. His name is Damien. He was hanging out on the sidewalk on our side of the street with Ovi, a young […]

If Alberto avoids us If Beryl doesn’t break us If Chris doesn’t crush us If Debby doesn’t drown us If Ernesto doesn’t exile us If Florence doesn’t flood us If Gordon doesn’t gank us If Helene doesn’t hammer us If Isaac doesn’t ice us If Joyce jogs away at the eleventh hour If Kirk doesn’t […]

And in a wild and sudden dance We mocked at Time and Fate and Chance — William Butler Yeats, The Wanderings of Oisin

When I moved to New Orleans back in 1999 I didn’t really know what to expect. Certainly I didn’t anticipate that at age 32 I’d discover a whole new holiday. And not just a new holiday, but an entire holiday season. I’m talking about Carnival, of course, and Mardi Gras, and it’s not really new […]

Xy had her sixth graders write poetry. They were to write cinquains, somewhat in the style invented by Adelaide Crapsey, but simplified: one word for the first line, two for the second, three, four, then back to the one word for the last line. Here are three examples, which I offer — after some reflection […]

Tag: Poetry

Testosterone and Emergence

A ROX Sonnet

The Mania for Documentation Considered as a Disease

I Am Struck by Lightning

Wordle

Poetry Party Photo Collage

Well, I Finally Wrote a Haiku

A Christmas Eve Poem

Katrina-ku

Mellow, Laidback Beats and Deep Thoughts

An Ode on Future Storms

Wild and Sudden

Call to Carnival