Poe wrote “To Helen,”
considered by many
one of the great love poems.

“Nicean barks” & “the glory
that was Greece,” admirable
phrases, I admit, but to
paraphrase Tina Turner,
what’s love got to do with them?
Poe visualizes Helen as a statue
in a niche, all marmoreal ‘n shit.

A Poe scenario: mice have invaded
our home. My love? She
baits the traps with organic,
salt-free peanut butter.

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I've lived in Tucson since 1953 and retired in 2008 from teaching writing at Pima Community College.

My poems have appeared in journals like Carolina Quarterly, Barrow Street, RATTLE, and New Poets of the American West. 

I'm a passionate supporter of Sky Island Alliance, a regionally-based environmental organization.

Birkenstock Blues, my eleventh poetry collection, was published in 2019 by Presa Press (Rockford, MI).