Category Archives: Poems
13 Ways of Looking at a Hamster
I The house was dark. The only moving thing Was the eye of the hamster. II I was of three minds Like a habitrail In which there are three hamsters. III The hamster whirled in its spinning wheel. It was … Continue reading
Yesterday Evening in the Grocery Store
Twentysomethings with tattoos and creative facial hair, when did you discover my neighborhood? It used to be just middle-class families who went to bed at ten and leathery beach rats who kept our one bar open. Now here you are … Continue reading
pfffft
Ah, the first day of Fall. Nothing like celebrating the new season with deathless poetry. Leaf Whiz by B. Henderson the color of the leaves is like fluorescent cheese. the kind that squirts out of a can. pfffft.
On a campus that didn’t much care for poetry, my college had two poetry prizes. I won one sophomore year, and the other one senior year, which pretty much made me Big Poet On Campus. Every spring, five seniors from … Continue reading
Okay, enough with the haiku.
For the most clever and amusing poetic form, one really need look no further than the double dactyl. Here’s one by George Starbuck. Said J. Alfred Prufrock to Hugh Selwyn Mauberly, “What ever happened to Senlin, ought-nine?” “One with the … Continue reading
Lunchtime Complaint
Temporary crowns: three cracked teeth, upper left side. Eating is a bitch. Alternate last line: Better drink my lunch.
Musee des Beaux Arts
About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters: how well they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along; How, when the aged are reverently, … Continue reading
Two’s Company
The big question now is, should I have another baby? Pro: Jackson would have someone to play with. Con: Jackson would have someone to fight with. Pro: Being a loner by nature, having another kid around would take some of … Continue reading
Home for the Holidays
We’re going to visit my family in Denver for the next few days, and on that topic, here’s another poem by Philip Levine from a recent New Yorker (I found it, Brian!). I’m sure this violates a copyright or two, … Continue reading
Merry Xmas Eve
Here I am, shopping for books over the Internet on Christmas Eve. This morning I suddenly realized that two of the books I look for every time I go into a used book store could probably be found very easily … Continue reading




