I sing of sore arms with protection at last And the hope that the scourge of infection has passed That the bars will reopen, the gyms and the stores And we won’t have to worry when meeting indoors. The churches and temples and mosques fill with praise We’ll watch college sports and see middle school…
My wife’s been participating in an exercise of writing a poem a day in the month of April. I can’t keep that pace up, but have at least been inspired to try writing a little bit again. I recently read a book about the French “Commune” that held Paris briefly in 1871 and the violent…
My wife won 4th place for her grammar-related poem in the ACES contest this past week. Mine’s not as solidly grammar-related, but in that spirit I came up with the following: In the world of professional toesThe happiest ones must be thoseThat crush grapes into wineThat is luscious, divine,Effervescent, and purple like prose.
I may have been listening to Hamilton too much, and wondered what Lin Manuel Miranda might have made of Ted Cruz’ antics this week… here’s a thought: We’ve never met in person, but I guess you’re not a patient man You couldn’t stay in Texas because you had a vacation planned? You want to be…
Every hour has its costIn roads not taken, jobs not doneInfinities of options lost,Of time not spent on work or fun. Comparative advantage freesThe insect just to play one roleIt’s fine for ants or honeybees,But humans need more to be whole. To test ourselves, with brawn and brainTo make what we could well afford—I’ll treasure…
Hank and ChopperGrew distressed byThe gunshot thatShattered their peaceIn the dramaWe’d returned toAfter holding offFor yearsTo manage your anxietyAdopted fromFamily trauma ofSeptember 11th andTwo friendsLost to suicide.Hank and Chopper:Two friendsAdopted fromFamily drama.He’d shattered his peaceFor yearsGrew distressedTo manage our anxietyFrom the traumaOf September 11thHe returnedAfter holding offThe gunshotLost, a suicide.
Jacob K. Lehman 