© July 11, 2015
Ain’t nobody like me, up here
Or just barely
I’m a Mediterranean oasis
Wherever I go
A hot-house flower among
All the dour Teutonic people
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Young girl cashiers
Mostly blonde
See my silver Star of David
Dangling from my neck
Glinting in the harsh lights of
Small Wisconsin stores
“Ooooooh, how pretty!”
Some of them exclaim
When first noticing it
Bright against my olive skin
“What is it?”
Some ask me
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© December 2009
Don’t make my kisses
Comma In your sentences
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© February 3, 2014
The phone rang in the dark hours of the morning.
Asleep, I wasn’t fast enough to get to before it stopped.
I fell back in bed, irritated, but too sleepy to deal with random calls before dawn.
Then, a few minutes later, it rang again. I stared at the phone for a moment, then leaped up to capture the beast before it escaped, whomever that it was calling me so stupidly, and twice. I listened to the voice on the phone. It was mechanically human. The call was from the Compulsive Drug Corporation, or the CDC. The voice wanted to know:
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© January 23, 2014
I fall off of ladders. Not exactly a talent. More like a heroin addiction. I want to stop, but it is so hard.
The following story is completely true. Except for the parts that aren’t. You figure it out.
This is a story about one of those times, in this instance, yesterday. The words following are evidence of my continued survival. I could say that I’d tell you about this situation step-by-step, but no one likes a smart ass punster, right?
It must be that when the Universe was formed, out of the swirling mist came a category of Lesser Gods. Gods not involved with wind, rain and fire. Not about mortality and fate, nor destiny or love. No, these unglorified deities were, for example the God of Lost Keys, or the God of Dogs Eating Homework, or perhaps the Flat Tire God. (Read on …)
© January 12, 2014
Some words have a mystery to them. Although “Thank you†is most likely offered as a term of appreciation in every country of the world,sometimes as one word, each country has its own way of expressing that meaning. Not so for “coolâ€. Cool is cool, everywhere.
 All over the world, every kind of person seems to understand what “cool” means and how to use it. I am guessing that it originally traveled wherever jazz musicians played in Europe, Africa or Asia, because if ever two words were eternally joined, “cool jazz†would seem to be first on a list of them.
by Robert M. Katzman © December 21, 2013
People of the Book
Wandering brown-eyed
Through silent dark streets
Alone among the millions
Each December 25th
For Millennia
Tinsel-less
Sleigh-less
Tree-less
Santa-less
Outside and looking in
No chimneys filled with myth
No stockings to hang
No mistletoe for kissing
*** (Read on …)