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One of my co-workers sent this to me back in June. Well worth a peek, these many months later. The description on YouTube reads: "Civil...

I am just finishing Ballistics by Billy Collins . Toward the end of the book is this gem of a poem: Divorce Once, two spoons in bed, now ti...

I'm a sap, I admit it. This is a wonderful video: Thank to my Aunt Lee for sending this my way!

The latest in the New York City MTA "Train of Thought" series: "Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the...

I found this tattered and beaten card on 4th Avenue, between 89th and 90th Streets, on Saturday, August 15: It has certainly seen better day...

This is pretty cool: Thanks to my Aunt Lee who sent this to me back in April!

A lot has happened since I last posted. But what hasn't happened is the composition of 32 additional 42-themed poems. For what it's ...

Forty-Two (Adventures in Googling) Forty -two is an abundant number, the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everythin...

For tea to have a calming effect, For teetotalers to quit their vice, For thee to speaketh in a modern tongue, One must have Fortitude.

42 Down The answer to 42 Down eludes me and 42 Across is a scientific term and I was never any good at science. So I circle backwards, looki...

$1814 Per Square Foot I drove forty-two miles to 635 West 42nd Street, Unit 42-A. Approximately 1042 square feet, I would have to work forty...

Six days in and I look at all that I have created. Shall I rest on the seventh day? By the time that the Lord had toiled for six full days, ...

Un(fort)unatel(y) my waste is expanding, (two), that's just how it is.

I am trying to catch up but, at forty-two, I am not as fast on my poetic feet.

Fascination with one's age outweighs any reasonable attempt to cling to youth. - Tell me, why do we have to get old?

Forty-two Facebook friends will read this poem in the next forty-two hours. Forty-two Facebook friends make me smile just by being back in m...

In honor of my forty-second birthday, I will attempt to post for the next forty-two days, forty-two poems. These poems will have something t...

I found this card on 31st Street in Manhattan, between 6th and 7th Avenues, on the morning of June 1st. It only took me a month to post it. ...

I just noticed that I posted a whopping singular time in June. How sad. As one might expect, Tattoosday has been my primary focus, although...

It has certainly been a while since I've found any cards, so it made sense that a return to my bike on May 24 allowed me to find the fol...