The Film Makers Called It ‘Art’ This week’s poem is one of those odd meta-things. A poem about film makers who produce a movie about a factory that closes, and the point of view of the poem is a former…
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The Film Makers Called It ‘Art’ This week’s poem is one of those odd meta-things. A poem about film makers who produce a movie about a factory that closes, and the point of view of the poem is a former…
Sisyphus Takes a Cruise I promised another Sisyphus poem, and here it is: Sisyphus Takes a Cruise. In fact, I have an endless supply of Sisyphus poems… just kidding, the supply’s not really endless–it only seems that way. Have you…
Sisyphus Thinks His Rock is Heavy Sisyphus last week, Sisyphus this week, Sisyphus next week, too? That is how the pushing-the-rock-up-the-hill punishment goes, isn’t it? Just when you think it is over, it starts again. And Sisyphus can be a little…
Sisyphus Ponders Escape Here we are, back to Sisyphus, the mythological Greek king of Ephyra (or Corinth) who was condemned to push a boulder endlessly uphill as punishment for his sneaky deceitfulness. His punishment was overseen in the underworld by…
Deciding Not To This is a poem written about my father’s persistence in choosing life over death. Since it was written, unfortunately, Dad has passed on, though I believe he would have persisted if he could have. Deciding Not To…