“These Are A Few Of Our Science-y Things”


Sung to the tune of “A Few of My Favorite Things” from “The Sound of Music”*


Raindrops on bosons and atoms unwritten

Bright copper metals, an entangled mitten

Brown paper theories tied up with M strings

These are a view of our physical things.

Lab coated cronies all using their noodles

Corbels and martels and equations with doodles

Wild guesses that fly with just time on their wings

These are a few of our science-y things.

Gels in glass test tubes with blue enzyme sashes

Physicsflakes apps on iPhones and eyeglasses

Silver whitepapers above questionings

These are the glue of e-lab-orate things.

When the push pulls, when the tool stings

When we’re raving mad

We simply remember some sacred things

And then we go back to CAD**.

Songwriters: Oscar Hammerstein Lil Richard Rodgers for “The Sound of Music”

*With apologies to Oscar Hammerstein, Richard Rogers…and the von Trapp Family. And, thanks to Ethan Siegel for his blog on Medium “Starts With A Bang.”

**Computer-aided Design

The Book Progress

Write and write it…


Dress or strip tease?


            //// //// //// ////

Written. Edit!

New revisions.

Change the changes,

clean collisions.

            //// //// ////

Writing now to

beta readers,

asking them to

please, be speeders!

            //// ////

Wrote it. Agent.

Book in bookstore.

Readers reading —



MVATBSTNOTE: This poem was inspired by a post on Medium by Abby Norman. She is a young writer navigating the world of writing as it exists today. I celebrate the way she thinks. I celebrate the agent who believes in her! And, I celebrate the book pictured here–it was one of the very best edits of my entire career and I love how it is laying in wait to see how the sands of time and the eyes of humanity will deal with it. It is the most unusual and esoteric book I ever read (or edited) and it has been like a ride at an amusement park because it did expand the essence of my soul. The protagonist is a girlwomangirl, age 12 and age 42 at the same time. She is at times a walking heartbreak, a stand up comedienne and a time traveler with Oreos in her backpack. It was this book that demonstrated for me how a book makes its own progress into this world. It allowed me to see the “L” that separates “word” from “world.”


The thought comes in. An idea. A bright image. And then, structure. “I will write it.”

Four syllables. In each sentence. These paragraphs. They are so short!

A brain program. Give words a dose. And humans too. And readers: most. We’re reading short! On Internet. On a device. On a billboard. On a Post-it. In the daytime.

The dark of night? By Kindlelight.

Words, little words! These sounds and vibes. Mean more than it. And what it is. Bold italic. Using strikethrough. Font is power! It colors you.

What would Joyce do? Shakespeare, Plato? With a keyboard. Watching a screen! Making choices. Expressing thoughts. Just one volume? Word enchantment!

Time travels words. Words travel time. How to ride them? How you use them? What does “S” say? Pack a word suitcase! Count and measure. Please sound them out. Consonants stick. Vowels leak and shout.

Fours and forces. Join uniqueness. Pay attention! Patterns demand. Each particle. Will join a wave. Meet them at shore.

Give space to word. Pen and journal? Voice recorder? Open laptop?

Threads of write time.

Times of right thread.

How does it look? How does it sound? A poem forms! Two hundred words. Well, now you know.

NOTE: This morning while reading the Medium website, I found a prompt about writing (in 200 words) an essay about a topic you’ve no time to write about. Here is the link: www.human.parts/the-human-parts-open-thread-essays-we-don-t-have-time-to-write-7002089aacd


Water, Water

Water, water

drip and ocean

alma mater



Thank you, liquid

hello to gel

goodbye frigid

let’s see steam swell.


So give credit

to the charges

life as edit

smalls live larges!


Our perception

— reality —

is exception

and poetry.


NOTE: This was written in response to Ethan Siegal’s blog post today on Medium.com:


Thank you, Ethan, for using water to explain things to us and for inspiring a bit of verse for the uni.IMG_1371


Seating Tesla



or vacuum dark

try to prevent

the second spark!

Past and future

are tender scars

wound and suture

an arc of ares.

Sit in sunlight

or walk in reins.

Formulate what

energy gains.

Active matter

observed or not

flips all senses

to ohm or watt.

NOTE: Photo by Salvatore Vuono. Published on 26 July 2010.
Stock photo – Image ID: 1001914.  http://www.freedigitalphotos.net

This week after a swim, I sat in the sun and felt as if I had become a solar panel. Free energy? Somewhere between light and water, these words arrived on the shore. May you be so illumined, even for a few seconds. That is my wish!

Crossing Crosses

At the point in

your resistance

where kinship

lends good assistance


unclip and use

a safety pin

to have and hold

the wise truths in



of love and angst


and give them thanks.


 Both clip and cross

hold a mystique

with bottom, top

and you, oblique.


Note: The photo is mine…the philosophy is coming from somewhere else and I wish I could give it credit.





Observe a fact.


The candle flame

of heart attack.


In movement slow

old paradigm

went up as smoke

as so below.


All small things are

forged by choices.

Please come, changes!

March your forces!


Words in a queue…

…rhymes off meter.

One iota

Stood to meet her.


NOTE: Photo by John Kasawa. Published on 02 March 2012.
Stock photo – Image ID: 10075002. FreeDigitalPhotos.net