Here’s the last group of poems I expect to post. As always, the date is that of original composition, while the poems are presented in chronological sequence with the one exception of the last. 1. February 12, 1974 Although dated in the depths of
Kindness
The other evening, our building’s doorman announced that someone had dropped off the dehumidifying case for my hearing aids. This post is an attempt to explain why a normally unmemorable act was poignant. In the 1990s, I resisted an
Love’s Vagaries: Nine Poems
Here are some poems centered around love that I wrote four or more decades ago but didn’t include in my previous poem collection posts. Once again, the date is that of original composition. 1. February 21, 1975 Long after I wrote this poem, I
An Anthology That Leaves the Best for Last
For Artificial Divide, (2021) Robert Kingett and Randy Lacey collected sixteen stories by visually impaired and blind authors. As I lament in my essay “Twilight of a Stockbroker” (2017), there is almost no fiction created by blind authors in which
Lines from Experience: Twelve More Poems
This is the fourth collection of poems I’ve recently posted. All poems surely come from experience, but usually not in any obvious way. Each of these has a connection with a specific moment or time. Once again, the dates are those of original
Neely and Penny: What Do We Know?
The other day, a friend was sitting in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park with a friend when a friend of the friend appeared. Somehow a recent incident came up. On May 1, a 24-year-old, white ex-marine named Daniel Penny put a thirty-year-old black man named