“Pater Ex Arena” [a triolet]

Grasping for gains he already grips,Striving for stakes he has won,Dad hones his steel shank on his own son’s small slips.Grasping for gains? He already gripsA fear of benign — yet he holds all the chips.Will he ever soften what he thinks is such fun,Grasping...

“What Curdles The Sour” [a villanelle]

Will we ever rescind our bald admirationFor heroes who tread on our toes,While waltzing with civility’s perdition? We become those to whom we pay adoration,Swallowing their crimes as their power grows. Will we ever rescind our bald admiration? A scoundrel...