three loves


Lou had a low IQ, Rose a bent Semitic nose, but Cass, O darling Cass, what a wonderful Irish ass.   (Originally published in Three Line Poetry)      

I Argue with God


I’m sick of all your sophistry your stories of how suffering somehow ennobles the spirit your assurances that we’re your chosen people. Chosen for what – the camps? OK you created death as the price we paid for knowledge as Read more ›



the higher you climb the more the summit seems to recede like an unobtainable dream in the end you’re scrambling over bare rock at times skirting a granite wall on a narrow ledge searching for handholds at others hoisting your Read more ›