To swim in the sea where Sappho might have swum ( Read more... )

Theories? I got a million. Just ask my wife.
At this point she’s listened to them for most of her life.
Evidence? Yeah I do have some. But as for full proof,
It’s often just out of reach, somewhere up on the roof,
Like a squirrel that chatters and taunts me - hey, are you sure?
Unproven conjectures are teasers that I must endure!

I understand that birds and bees
See ultraviolet frequencies.
I cannot say the same for me -
I must make do with normal colors.
The bees may say my vision’s duller,
But let them buzz about - just let them!
I’m still happy with our spectrum!

One of the puzzles about Shakespeare, that playwright from the past ( Read more... )

I often think
About the Sphinx
Which almost defies comprehension.
It’s a humanoid cat
With an odd-looking hat
Designed to attract attention.
How were they skilled
Enough to build
A thing of such dimensions?

Rich and powerful people, dragged through the dirt,
Hauled before judges, haughty but hurt,
Some of them seem like their souls are just lost.
The money sounds good... but what was the cost?

I inquired of a cardinal ( Read more... )

You might think that by now the Sphinx
Would have sunk into the sand,
But it sits and never slinks,
Never scratches, never blinks,
Looking out across the land,
As some ancient sculptor planned.

They build churches
To hold holiness
But then we worship
Things measureless,
And uncontainable.
Still… sometimes attainable.
The song of a bird at sunset,
As the evening star pokes through the blue,
It will not stay, and yet,
It plucks a string in you,
No words, all feel,
Just real.

When we were kids, my father thought it was funny
To claim that he would catch the Easter Bunny,
And make a rabbit stew - a tasty way
To celebrate a happy holiday.
When Sunday came, he’d say the news was grim -
The bunny had again outsmarted him,
First stopping by our house with candy and eggs,
Then hopping over the trap with nimble legs!