Monthly Archives: November 2012

Stopping by Sloatsburg on a Sunday Evening

Poem for Today. Selwyn spares a Bell End thought for all you Catskills rest-stop weekenders out there. Whose Subaru is this, we sing, Parked up here by the Burger King? He will not see us stopping here For Whopper Meal … Continue reading

November 28, 2012 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , Leave a comment

A Wing Commander’s Love Song

The evening feels ripe for mid-century English poetry. Miss M. Gordon-Pass, Miss M. Gordon-Pass, All sprightly and thrumming away on the grass, Your forehand and backhand, your drop shot and lob, I’d love you to bounce up and down on … Continue reading

November 27, 2012 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: Leave a comment