sending in all the poems.
Attractive/repulsive in about equal measures, I
love to read about it. And (be honest) we all of us
just occasionally wonder what would happen if we
ventured into dishonesty. But we none of us like it
when it happens to us.
years back I visited Alcatraz. Well, if you're in San
Francisco, you sort of have to. It's part of the
itinerary. On the boat over I thrilled just a bit at
the thought of legendary names. Al Capone... What
name could be more glamorous?
when I got there, what did I see. Something
infinitely sad, infinitely banal. A shrine to human
waste. Crime is so petty. So dull.
still like to read thrillers and see heist movies. I
like the illusion, though I know it's an illusion.
a tension here, a productive tension. I hope it's
reflected in my choice of poems.
to those I didn't choose. Competition was tough.