So, as most people who know me know, I have been working on a project to read a biography of each US President. The original goal was to do it within the year when I set the goal. I got off to a respectable start, but then I stalled out. I chose too many of… Continue reading Goal 12
Goal 27
One of my birthday goals was to take a picture daily for a month. I have set this goal before and failed to achieve it, so I decided to try again. This time, however, I gave myself at theme. I assigned myself to take pictures of the sky. Funny thing is, I can’t find one… Continue reading Goal 27
Happy Birthday, Alex
I can’t believe that Alex is 8. Every day, that guy cracks me up. For his birthday, Alex wanted a Monster Book of Monsters cake and a variety of office supplies. His very specific requests were for tan duct tape, a stapler (though as a household we already have 2, a standard stapler and a… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Alex
The Hero of San Juan Hill
To lose one’s mother
and wife inside
one twelve hour slice
of life must instill
a fear of touching the baby
Manhood
tested, he went west,
Badlands: ranching,
riding, and capturing
his life on horseback.
Among the pelts
and racks at Sagamore
Hill, one could look
directly at him, glance
the death mask,
fleetingly intimately
knowing the view from below.
Goal 4: Finish a Marathon
I did it! Usually, as some weird function of my personality when I accomplish a goal of some sort, I day or think something to diminish that goal. Today was not that day. I set the goal of finishing a marathon last year, but did not make that happen. This year, I set the goal… Continue reading Goal 4: Finish a Marathon
Presidents and poems go together
Presidents and poems go together: This Library of Congress website talks about which of our Presidents were poets and includes some samples of there verse. Learned something new today!
A Love Letter to President Wilson
At times you mayhave lost your cool,but with the ladies,you ran hot. Passionpouring from yourpen like lavafrom Vesuvius.I love that you chosewomen who made youbetter, and laughingeyes and zaftig. I lovethat you knew whatyou desired and that you wanted …
On Why Taft Was a Magnificent Lover
He took danceas a child, braidinginto his constitutiongrace and rhythm.He turned his backon Yale for Cincinnati,where he learned his trade and found passionfor that most methodicalprofession. The sensualistfantasized: black silk robes.He pushed forward…
W
Dear Mr. President, I do not appreciate your presence in my dreams. Let me not be unclear, it is one dream, recurring.
Why do you stand on my childhood bed beneath the canopy in your shoes and dress socks, cowboy boxers and light blue pressed shirt, …
Tricky Dick
I wonder about the women who had
made love to Richard Nixon. What
did they smell like? Lemon drops
and powder? Did they make him sweat?
How did they win him? With a thermos
of soup? A long suggestive stare?
A demure glance? Or did he seduce them
with his dark, dark hair, his lawyer’s suit?
Or was it his eyes, dark and weary? Did
they seek to save him from himself,
salve him somehow, these women?
What did they think during Watergate?
Did they long for him again, yearn to hide
him somewhere dark and warm? And
how do they feel when we think of him?