Children pursue the pigeons
in perpetual ignorance, who flutter
out of the young ones' clasping
arcs to the next landing just feet
away to where the innocents will run
to squeal, laugh, and hope
and hug at air that only just held the wings,
unaware of the futility of their little lunge
for the urban birds of iridescent throats
who will remain free to peck at possible
crumbs then seize and await ever the chase
of those who never will catch.
For thirteen years I taught English and Latin in a private school. Eventually, I wrote a dissertation that focused on the pragmatic comedy of the Canterbury Tales, thereby completing my Ph.D. in English. I have had poems published in such journals as The Alembic, Ascent Aspirations (CAN), The Bangalore Review (IND), Common Ground Review, The Journal (UK), Pulsar Poetry Webzine (UK), Third Wednesday, and Transom. I also have numerous poems forthcoming this year and a full-length collection in July of 2019. My iPhone is now my primary poetry notebook, and I hope my use of technology in regard to this ancient art form continues to be fruitful.