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  • Wednesday, December 16, 2015 - 9:19pm

    Mouse (who never had an evil thought)
    Asked penguin (who never raped or pillaged),
    Have you seen caterpillar
    (that one who never held anyone at gunpoint)?
    Oh, you mean butterfly, said penguin,
    Now he is butterfly...

  • Wednesday, April 9, 2014 - 11:10am


    There is a man reporting on how bad the smog is in China.
    He is saying,
    “See, right there,
    at the end of this street that you don’t see
    is the second tallest building in China.”
    I squint. . . I don’t see anything!
    “In fact”, he’s saying,

  • Thursday, January 16, 2014 - 1:10pm


    This poem is based on two assumptions:

    1) A party is good for the American People.

    2) There actually are “American People”.

    So, let’s have a party and invite the American People!
    Let’s have a theme.
    We’ll get everything we need from the party store...

  • Saturday, December 28, 2013 - 1:14pm


    Fracker: It’s just over there on the other side of these trees.
    America: What’s that noxious odor I smell upon the breeze?

    F: That smell is giving away the surprise.
    A: Oh, well, I’ll just close my eyes.

    F: See? We pump all this crap into the well

  • Wednesday, June 12, 2013 - 8:57am


    Many years later they found him in a monastery in China.
    He agreed to be interviewed.
    He looked happy in the eyes.
    He said,
    “One question.”
    So I said,
    “Hong Kong, June 2013.
    You were 29.
    You said your greatest fear was

  • Saturday, May 25, 2013 - 2:03pm


    I pledge allegiance

    I pledge allegiance to myself
    And to the wonder of my birth.
    I pledge allegiance to my health
    And to cherish my own worth.

    I pledge to serve my conscience
    No matter where it leads
    And to maintain my defense

  • Wednesday, May 8, 2013 - 10:00pm


    I was visiting my mother
    When I passed this really old guy in the hall
    Who bore a slight resemblance to my father
    (Who looked like a street person
    On a bad day in his last years,
    Or an old testament prophet
    With his beard permanently stained...

  • Tuesday, March 12, 2013 - 9:22am


    Not terribly inspiring
    But not bad either, considering that
    The speaker,
    An environmental activist,
    Was actually the ghost of an activist.
    His book sold well
    In its time.
    And he said he is writing another
    That doesn’t mince words....

  • Thursday, February 21, 2013 - 1:04pm


    His job is to feed us
    And he hasn’t noticed that the walls are dissolving.
    Soon he will be free as well.
    So please, please
    Don’t disappoint us.
    When you tell what happened, to your grandchildren
    You will say, those white beards came
    And the...

  • Monday, February 4, 2013 - 12:17pm


    I was having a hard time falling asleep
    When I heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen.
    Probably the cat after a mouse
    Knocked something off the counter.
    I made my way downstairs
    Glad to have an excuse to get vertical.
    When I entered the...

  • Saturday, January 19, 2013 - 3:28pm


    I am coming –
    Made of stardust
    And the dust that escapes from vacuum-cleaner bags.
    I am blowing.
    I am rushed and roaring
    Like a waterfall
    Coming straight at you,
    Pushing ghosts out of my way. . .

  • Wednesday, January 9, 2013 - 3:52pm


    Here come the Pelicans,
    Eight in a row
    Following their leader,
    Steering with their heads.
    I stand at attention and salute.
    Such primitive birds!
    It feels right to honor
    Their military instincts.
    I’ll miss them.

  • Sunday, December 23, 2012 - 2:14pm


    Dear friends:
    I dreamed that the DOE
    Wanted to allow radioactive waste
    From nuclear weapons facilities
    To be recycled by siphoning it into
    The single-stream Mississippi of the junk
    That gets turned back into the stuff we buy.

  • Tuesday, December 11, 2012 - 3:22pm


    It's all coming down..."...

  • Saturday, November 10, 2012 - 3:53pm


    I took a walk up the hill yesterday.
    It was a little muddy for sneakers.
    I could feel the chill
    Coming up through my soles.
    At the top I turned
    And was surprised to see
    That the sky to the west,
    Backlighting the hills,
    Was the same...

  • Tuesday, October 23, 2012 - 11:01am


    According to Webster
    the first walls were steep hillsides
    or palisades utilized for defense.


    How many walls do we need
    To keep ourselves safe
    And to secure all our freedoms?
    The strongest walls are subtle,
    Like the...

  • Saturday, October 13, 2012 - 2:30pm

    Life was passing away little by little
    into stored memory.
    Consequesntly death was becoming less possible;
    just another archive
    as life flowed back into the sun.
    It is not at all surprising that
    we started seeing ourselves in the sun...

  • Wednesday, September 12, 2012 - 5:48pm


    The back of a man’s head spoke to me
    On a metro-bus in Chicago,
    A little bald spot with a shine.

    Did you know, it said,
    That the back of a man’s head is innocent?
    No matter what the rest of the man has done,
    Is doing, or thinking...

  • Saturday, August 25, 2012 - 11:27pm


    There she goes,
    Little more than skin and bones
    Heading up the drive again.
    Twenty years old, kidneys failing. . .
    Her body language calls back,
    “See you!”
    The road is calling.
    Crickets are chirping,


  • Friday, July 20, 2012 - 11:50am


    Right there in the middle of the field,
    A silver tree.
    That tree all by itself
    Wants me to be its eyes,
    To tell it what’s coming.

    Or who. . .
    I used to be able to see like that.

    Sycamore –
    Two trees in one –
    You can’t decide...

  • Wednesday, June 27, 2012 - 9:14am


    Drones of Love

    Let us bomb your...

  • Tuesday, June 5, 2012 - 2:02pm


    Welcome to...

  • Tuesday, May 15, 2012 - 10:52am



    In Zone R

  • Monday, April 16, 2012 - 10:28am


    I’m waiting in my car for a teacher friend
    at the back of her school
    all at once,
    the kids begin pouring out of the building,
    most of them gravitating
    to the spots
    where the buses will pull up;
    others weaving
    in and out...

  • Wednesday, March 21, 2012 - 11:32am


    Mars, oh Mars
    how pink you are!
    You hang in the east –
    a blushing star,

    the abandoned quarry,
    where I have come
    to say, I’m sorry

    For confusing you
    with the god of war
    when Earth

  • Monday, February 27, 2012 - 8:59pm

    (By Evan Lindorff-Ellery)...

  • Thursday, January 5, 2012 - 10:50pm


    I approached him at the party
    Because I didn’t know anyone,
    Because he looked harmless,
    Because he stood alone,
    And I introduced myself.
    I said,
    You must know a lot of these people,
    And he looked straight ahead and said,

  • Friday, December 23, 2011 - 2:23am


    Dear friend, timing is everything these days.
    But if we wait for the "right moment" we might lose the day.
    I have been wondering, of late, what the 60s have in store for me,

    as I am done re-inventing myself.

    But there is an essence, a honeyed core


  • Wednesday, December 7, 2011 - 7:33pm


    What will we do when the gates go up?

    Here is the dream: Consumers with money. A virtual middle class.
    Cash and stuff. Jobs and cash. Benefits! Security.

    Is there any way out?

    Is it too late...

  • Saturday, October 22, 2011 - 8:09pm


    It is the end of the day.

    The trouble is we are dying. . .
    Nobody talks like that,
    But surely the setting sun understands this language.
    But the wind,
    If you want the wind to hear now, you shout.

    The wind is busy mocking the weather report....

  • He
    Monday, October 17, 2011 - 8:39am


    He hunches alone behind
    His gray beard
    From Idaho
    He hasn’t read any best sellers
    He dresses in shades
    That make gray
    Look like a rainbow
    His name is a name
    Out of a brief story
    About someone whose
    Jump off
    A trestle...

  • Saturday, October 1, 2011 - 3:50pm


  • Sunday, August 21, 2011 - 6:37pm


    Back in the 50s
    We were served up this warm vision
    Of sculpted cloud-high bubble-cities
    Catered by sloe-eyed robots.

    How far that silvery angel has fallen!
    Far below
    Where Dick and Jane are playing hop-scotch
    In the rocket graveyard.

  • Saturday, July 9, 2011 - 1:05pm


    An old rock song plays
    Distantly in my head
    Behind three waterfalls.
    The first waterfall, my tinnitus,
    The second,
    My faded memory of the song,
    The third waterfall, my indifference. . .

    I find that new songs don't age well...

  • Thursday, June 23, 2011 - 9:26am

    A boy is traveling
    in the back seat of the family car,
    a beige Rambler
    driven by God
    (who, just for now,
    is his mother and father).
    The boy is looking out the window
    at everything that passes
    along the road of life....

  • Sunday, June 20, 2010 - 2:25pm

by Dr. Radut