Robert Ronnow : Writing

Rereading

Rereading

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Rereading the poems of othersand my own. Community acrosstime and graves. What's leftexceeds in significanceone's last moment. Yethis last moment must..
Ricardo's Lunch

Ricardo's Lunch

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


5th Ave. was shoulder to shoulder withhungry lunch-seeking business menand women. Ricardo unpackedhis horn nervously and a foot cymbal.Spring, early s..
Robot-Assisted Surgery

Robot-Assisted Surgery

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Appointment to have organ removed by robot-assisted surgeon.Air-conditioned, no mosquitoes in the OR. When you arriveYou'll remove all your clothes. N..
The Rwandan dead

The Rwandan dead

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


News photo of the Rwandan deadbobbing naked at the baseof waterfall. Wide hips and narrowshoulders, surely a young woman oncesexually active. No solut..
The Scariest Stanza in All of Poetry

The Scariest Stanza in All of Poetry

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Numerous number systems beyond the real:complex numbers, octonions, omnions which can eat whole black holes.It's axiomatic that your personal history,..
The Scientific Way To Do Mathematics

The Scientific Way To Do Mathematics

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


As air and leaf litter are substrate for the bird.And what makes a human. Separation from the substrate.Believing the substrate and the subject are se..
Searching for Symbols in a Town Without a River

Searching for Symbols in a Town Without a River

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


I begin the day buying yogurt in a smallfavorite grocery store. The clerka man of few pretenses was making jokesabout his wife, how they fight in bed...
The seasons inure us to loss

The seasons inure us to loss

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


The seasons inure us to losswhether a vote of confidenceor no confidencewe are neither more nor lessin our hearts and souls. We are stillwhole, histor..
The Self

The Self

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


What kind of day was it. Cleanthe house. Notice the full moon.Read a sheaf of old poems.Listen to jazz tunes. Open mail.Refuse to make of it morethan ..
Shade

Shade

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Your past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Angeles was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a chamber of c..