Questions of the Past

“The past is never dead. It’s not even past.” William Faulkner Requiem for a Nun Does the past have a future? Which part of the past is present? What part of today’s past will be present when today’s present is past?...

The Poet and the Condom

In the early spring of 1966 I worked at the ‘Sow on its Back,’ nickname for Northwestern University’s Deering Library in Evanston, Illinois.  I was stationed at a table at the entrance to the stacks admitting those who had a proper pass, sending away those...

Going, Going, Gone 

Warming techno-sullied seas, styrofoamic waves, everlasting straws, pissed steroidal rivers bulking up oceans.. An island gone, then two, a peninsula, Florida, Baha California, Cape Cod, Kamchatka, down under. Hobart’s new citizen  fish. Snowy egrets flock deserts. No...