The sun glints a wicked lighton the whitecaps today. the landline shimmers,the quivering mouth of a lovesick sailor who keepshis girl’s likeness folded up and pressed to the inside ofhis cheek like chewing tobacco. the fabric of my dress clings tothe shape I make, long like a breath arched likeContinue Reading

For 7th time (so far)in a half-centuryGer was spoiledBy pleasureGetting toTake boy/GirlchickTo sportsStore toBuy 1stMitt,Bat. ThisRoundHelmetsRequiredFor T-ballOtherwiseSame oldRules apply:Kid’s love ofEquipment isMore importantThan perfect fit. Flashing back toMy mid-1950’sWhen choosingYour originalSlazenger’sRacquet toPlay tennisSarnat wasSmitten atSight by itsRainbowColors. Gerard Sarnat has been nominated for the pending Science Fiction Poetry Association DwarfContinue Reading