Sweet 16 Except Snow and 15 Below Zero

Something for 16 Days Remaining: Poem of A Little Cat, alphabet restraint, A True Story. A little cat I think I know between the brownstones in the snow catching walkers of the neighborhood drowning them with rubs on shoes each person who elects to pet me feline gratitude receives in spades gee, I love you, […]

7+4+5, or, Happy Purim.

Yes, it’s snowing copiously in New York City. Yes, it is March. Yes, it is Purim, and I wore no costume, consumed no sugar cookies, did not play Purim BINGO (P, Haman’s horse; U, Grager). Did I tell truth to power? Nah. Still, I had a great day. Anecdote: Yesterday one of my students hosted […]

17 Coincidentally Is My Favorite Number

Today someone said to me, “We just need one more big snow to get to a real catharsis, to really hit rock bottom,” and I did not slap this person, which goes to show what self-restraint I can exhibit. Something beautiful (a poem by cummings I once read to my university classmates and someone told […]

18ish.

It’s raining ice here. I don’t know if I live in Sodom or Gomorrah. Let’s not speak of it anymore. Something beautiful (who can write sentences this heavy and gorgeous?): If the miseries of the undisclosable things in me, shall ever unhorse me from my manhood’s seat; if to vow myself all Virtue’s and all […]