Hot Foot Ball

Fermi Enricoed the uranium
underneath the old Stagg Field stadium.
Football couldn’t compete with collisions
like that Chicago Pile won reactions

that signalled the end of hard ball racquets
as the heat turned out hard in those outfits
and lead to an endangering arms race
of cool science and hot head‘s slick embrace.

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The Colour of Jealousy


Peter, bewildered,
stood from his seat
in the rapidly

He hadn’t seen Thom or Sylvia
in a month
and now he wouldn’t likely see them
ever again.

He did watch his ex-wife
his Janine
who he’d promised to love for all time
swagger out of the courtroom
with her lawyer.

She stopped at the door
slowing all in her wake
and turned eyes
of triumph
on his.

Her mouth a white line
she turned and left the sudden silence.


But I didn’t cheat on you
I could never do that

Her eyes flashed.

Then how did that lipstick,
red lipstick,
get on your collar?
You never liked me wearing it.
How can you explain that?

I can’t.
There has to be some other explanation.
Janine, please believe me.


Janine shook with anger
when she saw it
as she shuddered back
from the yawning mouth
of the washing machine.

A red smudge
bright on Peter’s collar.
He’d worn it to work today.
He’d even worn it in church the day before.

Tears sprang to her eyes.
And other matters sprang in her mind.
Explanations for his tiredness.
Lateness at work.

How could he do this to her? To the kids?


Peter picked up Thom
though he was getting too heavy
and tried to concentrate on the homily.
The speakers up in the balcony weren’t
as good but the kids
weren’t as distracting.

Thom hugged his Dad
His little, sweaty hands,
one clutching a thick red crayon,
crushing into his Dad’s clothes.
He liked the smell of his Dad.

Then he wrenched around,
reached down,
bent over
and was set down.
Back to filling in the big heart
in his colouring book.

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Who says when you’ve
forgiven enough?

A loved one?
Some higher authority?
The Oscar or Grammy winner?

It’s love.

Your capacity
or, more to the point,
my capacity
for love is the lowest common

If you have not love
then there is nothing to forgive.

there’s nothing.

When the fluff blows away
the residue left behind
from the lonely me generation
is a pit of depressing force
leading to an event

Where all our humanity
is pulled.

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Windows Updates

Thunk, thunk, thunk
relentless, each month, the windows server upgrade
Thunk, thunk, thunk
we watch the progress bars, that’s why we’re paid

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The Samaritan

The raw anguish
in a Christian refugee
suffering through
an anniversary of
from Mosul
is hard to comprehend
in my struggles
with too much weight
single sock collections
video game addiction.

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Take me out to the old

The diamond tension at the old ball game
is never, ever who will have the win.
That’s for the TV crowd, always so tame.
No. Live is where danger is a shoo-in
with action. Where a foul or in play ball
can maim, arouse passion, win a side bet
and you can jump, lawfully scream up a squall.
Not safe, left out, grounded or dead. Not yet.

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Procession of Mary, Queen of the Universe

Mary is slightly on a slant
and shudders with every step
the four men take
as she’s marched under
the baking sun.

Sweat drips down slowly
clinging to the bald head
of the cantor
as he sings to
time beat with his trudging.

Then the mic passes to
the tall priest and
his next mystery.

Traffic meanders and many gawk,
the children openly,
and their eyebrows knit
as the parade
of strange
old fashioned believers
rings barely
discernible bells.

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