Monday Poem

“The Thwaites Glacier is the widest on Earth at about 80 miles in width. But as the planet continues to warm, its ice, like much of the sea ice around Earth’s poles, is melting. The rapidly changing state of the glacier has alarmed scientists for years because of the “spine–chilling” global implications of having so much additional water…

Monday Poem

“On Friday morning, the author Salman Rushdie was stabbed in the neck as he stood onstage at the Chautauqua Institution, in western New York, where he was scheduled to give a lecture. The motivations of his attacker were not immediately clear, but Rushdie—one of the most celebrated contemporary writers—had lived under the threat of violence…

Monday Poem

Next a moment is a poet’s cliché of a singular blur tentative as an airborne bubble hard as hammer-blow to thumb moment: the smallest thing able to contain an unimaginable universe …………… a universe able to imagine the smallest thing as instantaneous as the passage of dust motes and Himalayas as ephemeral and solid as…

Monday Poem

“Many life forms are so hard to categorize that (scientists) call these organisms the ‘Problematica.’”—from: Scatter, Adapt and Remember: How Humans Will Survive a Mass Extinction, by Annalee Newit Problematica Here we are, never still, casting lines upstream like fly fishers toward sources teeming with what came first hooking what we can, reeling it in…

Monday Poem

Book-banning is just one more tool used by demagogs to murder truth and hollow out God’s gift of intellect. ………………………. —St. Lingo Politics/Religion my brain’s a pouch in which I stash my loot if I keep its purse strings loose I might add to its load when new coin comes to town but if I tighten down the…

Monday Poem

“Gas stations at night can sometimes be weird places.” …………………………………………………. —Ruchira Paul, 5/7/22 Gas Stations Can Sometimes Be Weird at Night: Circa 1958 While in HS I pumped gas at a station in town owned by an amiable, but besotted old Italian guy who sat in his desk-chair next to the register, feet crossed upon…

Monday Poem

“Parrots, songbirds and hummingbirds all learn new vocalizations. The calls and songs of some species in these groups appear to have even more in common with human language, such as conveying information intentionally and using simple forms of some of the elements of human language such as phonology, semantics and syntax. And the similarities run…