Today marks my 43rd anniversary as a vegetarian. Turkey Day was the perfect day to reject an idea that had literally been spoon-fed to me but had worn out its welcome in my conscience: it is OK (delicious even) to kill animals. My nickname in college was “Veggie” because there were so few of usContinue reading “Veggie”
Happy to have my poem “Drawing” included along with so many other great writers from the Empire State in New York’s Best Emerging Poets 2019 Anthology. For the poetry lovers on your holiday shopping list you can pick up a copy from the good people at Z Publishing.
The least interesting man in the world: I don’t always write poetry, but when I do I am usually inspired by impressions and feelings, rather than incidents. I let my mind go soft in the face of overwhelming forces like love or nature, then search for words to capture the resultant swirling phantoms. There isContinue reading “It Doesn’t Matter Anymore – Part 2”
A blind man sees beauty With the tips of his fingers A deaf man hears the sizzle of the grill With the tip of his tongue A man without love feels Something missing in the pit of his heart A dead man knows everything Now that he feels nothing
Ivanhoe is not the star of the story that bears his name. Neither is Robin Hood, Friar Tuck, or Richard the Lionheart, who all have significant parts to play in the tale. The star is Rebecca, the “jewess.” That term, like “negress,” sounds not only old-fashioned to our 21st Century ears but racist, and thereContinue reading “Ivanhoe”