A Pome from Home can be quite a pest like an electromyelography test; though painful at times, its cause is quite good— eliciting responses that you’d think it should. Richly enrobed in melodious verse, its glimmering surface belies its curse; … Continue reading
A Pome from Home is a delicacy specifically written for you…by me. The words are tenderly plucked at their peak with studious thought to the havoc they’ll wreak Violets are bluish and roses are reddish… the truism here is that … Continue reading
O’ Spring has sprung, the tulips have bloomed… the air has warmed and thoughts resumed of pulling weeds and trimming shrubs… and the paramount quandary: Sox or Cubs?
My sister is the archivist– she orchestrates the birthday list. Her own birthday is never missed ’cause I’d be dropped if she got pissed.
Yesterday, Saturday, I was spending leisurely doing xmas-related things, when I happened upon my oldest nephew’s wish list (he’s a high school chemistry whiz)—I laughed out loud! I had to, partially out of sheer amazement and partially because he’s so … Continue reading
My nephew thought, perhaps, that being a minor would exclude him from the all-scrutinizing gaze of The Poemanator on his birthday…but alas, there’s no place to hide. So, he just had to buck up and take it like a fifteen-year-old: … Continue reading