Category Archives: Friends

I asked my friend Jim (down at the beach bench
Where we sit, weary, watching the sun set),
If he worked crosswords. “Not now, no,” quenching
Abysmal thirst with beer, sucking the wet, Continue reading →

On Tuesdays, my wife’s friend Lorie comes by.
They sit out back crafting ceramic shapes—
Exchanging wit and tips, they mold both wry
Gossip and clay, then lunch the day away. Continue reading →

When the whirlwind struck, sucked our spirits dry,
Three women, versed in grim and stunning fear,
Moved, quietly, to float our sinking lives
On gifts of soup. Not frankincense nor myrrh, Continue reading →

For M.W., on the occasion of this 75th birthday I Forty years ago, and freshly divorced, I was brought to Wertlieb’s house. Inspection Ensued. There, dangled before Eleanor, Though plausible, fated for rejection By that same Eleanor, but not by … Continue reading →

A guy I know down at the courts, called Jim,
Took in his grandson, his pregnant daughter,
And her husband—this in a very slim
Apartment. Hard to imagine tauter Continue reading →