Silda Wall Spitzer

Wan, pale, red-eyed, she’s
the poster wife of Wynette’s
song, “Stand By Your Man.”

Trying Twitter

Emily Bronte * labored quietly but I * scream “Here are my words!”

Obama: Candid Date

It’s said women swoon
at his rallies, yet his wife
once called him stinky.

The other half lives

It’s fun to see what
it’s like and then go back to
being nobody.

Empire State Building – at the base

Like a hick I tilt my
head to see the top and
ponder tossed pennies.

Among extraordinary women

I am the dull one, struck
mute by accomplishment
what I do, nothing.

only blog can make a tree

a dilemma of
riches in tiny topaz
the art of language

haikouldn’t ask it of you

“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.

Dubious milestone

Just over five months
This one four hundred fifty
Art or wasted time?

I’ve lied to you

A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.