“Neffsville” (Quatrains of Iambic Tetrameter) Off now to field of shiny shapes— Sheet metal, sculpted, polished, bright— In shades of...

Catamaran Car” (Free-Meter Rhyme) It’s something of a catamaran for the street— Twin jutting prows, replete With glittering chrome…...

“Riv” (Quatrains of Iambic Pentameter with a Rhyming Couplet) She sits in silver splendor. Silent now, But not for long. That engine...

“Snug, Tapered, Creased”(Free Verse) Back before we knew better, Back before science reared its smart but ugly head, Back before we...

“Horns”(Free-Meter Rhyme) Is it ever OK to be self-indulgent? To splurge on something wild, something fulgent? To—after much...