The nice people on The Pangolin Review website have published one of my poems — Issue 4, 8 July (https://thepangolinreview.wixsite.com/mypoetrysite/current-issue )! Unfortunately, you have to scroll down and hunt for it, so I’ll copy it here to save you the trouble. On Squash How did the vegetable squash get its name? For something you
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This is a previously unpublished poem I dug out of my files. In The Unlikely Event… In the unlikely event of loss of cabin pressure, a mask will drop down. Of fire, head for the nearest exit and do not use the elevator. Of an earthquake, go outside, away from buildings. In the unlikely
In honor of spring (although you’d never know it now in Southwest Ohio), I am reposting this poem, which is from my book Some Poems About Life My Rite of Spring I consider myself a peaceable soul. I value all manner of livable things. Insects and mice, spiders and voles. Just about anything Mom Nature
The Shopping Trip The kitchen table is filled with the bounty of a successful shopping trip: a light bulb, D cell batteries, a box of cereal, a pound of baby carrots, a package of chicken legs, and a toothbrush. They are all wrapped, sealed, encased, and/or otherwise entombed in plastic. Airtight, watertight, impervious,
Happy Birthday, Chris Luck — The accidental way things happen without being planned. The cake said “Happy Birthday, Chris.” I said “Who is Chris?” My wife mumbled, “Someone at the office.” Opportunity — An appropriate or favorable time or occasion. Then the truth came out. She had ordered two cakes by mistake, and didn’t know
This was written with the help of an elementary student whom I’ve since lost track of. My Very Best Friend by Bob Welbaum with Grayson Knight I have a friend who’s the very best. He’s there whenever I need him. He’s always cheerful and kind to me And never needs a reason.
It’s snowing today, which made me think of one of my poems. I’ve posted it before, but it’s particularly appropriate today. By the way, “Perspective” is in my book Some Poems About Life, available on this website. Perspective The son stood in the doorway, Behold a beautiful sight! As far as he could see,
Here’s a quick poem while I try to think of something better to write about. The Art of Communication We don‘t always say what we mean and language is our co-conspirator. “It’s all good” usually isn’t. “Yeah, right” is usually wrong. A double negative is positive. “I’m okay” means you’re not. “Nothing’s wrong” is
I’m reposting this from last year in honor of Halloween. Halloween Fun Halloween can be fun for adults, too. I like to hold out a bowl of candy — a nice assortment — and simply say “You may take one of your choice.” and watch the little wheels turn. Which one should I pick?
Today a quick unpublished poem — WWMPD? I survey the bedroom as I stare in dismay. Each place that I look, things are in disarray. Toys scattered about, all over the floor. I can’t even walk around anymore. The beds are unmade, pillows scattered around. There’s no sense of order at all to be found.