Hands Down

I swear it’s no contest—

No matter how difficult

A dish my wife sets out to prepare,

In the end I find it delicious that

Each has that impalpable finishing

Touch that tastes like nothing

So much as her winning grace.

Definitely Not Lemmings #30

A hearty welcome to DNL #30--the indefatigable poet, sculptor and all-around artist par excellence Ed Baker--thanks, Ed!

Where There's a Will, Poet

You want to leave

A legacy. What better way

Than to stay

Ineluctable, keeping

The inheritors away.

The Four Seasons in Brief

Four poems in search of a motive!

Huuklyeand Cinquor on the Mores of Humans

All

This talk of humanism is just

So much humbug;

I can’t speak for the others,

But isn’t being human just

One more excuse for living

Like an animal?

Moderator’s comments: I think all this is clever Huuklyeandish subterfuge; in reality, an outlandish allusion to various seminal anthropological studies, Malinowski’s The Sexual Life of Savages the most likely referent.