Bertolt Brecht: In Praise of Doubt
What one thought to be certain,
wavered. But wherever
the wavering wavered,
even the wavering did not waver enough.
May 9, 2025 · 1 Comment
Rose Mary Boehm: Summer Trance
As large as the hill, I become a green, languid
animal, a soft giant with giant eyes, become
green love. Fat bees buzz in my lavender bushes
June 17, 2024 · 10 Comments
Rose Mary Boehm: “Apolitical Preferences” by Hans Magnus Enzensberger
The cellist’s little smile
after the cadenza in the second movement,
even though the Security Council
just convened
April 22, 2024 · 2 Comments
Rose Mary Boehm: Sunsets on Mars are Blue
We’ll soon be sending settlers to Mars.
They’ll be sitting on their porches contemplating
the Martian sunsets.
March 13, 2024 · 6 Comments
Rose Mary Boehm: Three poems
Fernando pushed out his boat.
Young, brown, muscular and carefree.
The birds screeched in anticipation
of his return. Sea lions pretended
not to notice.
August 28, 2023 · 6 Comments
Rose Mary Boehm: “Leisure” by Hans Magnus Enzensberg
lawn mower, sunday
decapitating the seconds
and the grass.
August 1, 2021 · 3 Comments
