Robert Ronnow : Writing

The Happy Tectonics

The Happy Tectonics

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Next to my son's angerplate tectonics are nothingto me. His unhappinesswas caused by me.His purpose and mineis to catch photons andstore them in our b..
How cool!

How cool!

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


How cool!this early summer eveningafter a day so oppressiveeven we New Yorkers move painstakingly.The breeze in sumac treesso why am I not more conten..
I prefer to sleep and dream

I prefer to sleep and dream

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


I prefer to sleep and dream than facethis solitary room. No pity, I go onwithout a drink and look with gay eyes onmy future in a forest or a city, som..
Immigration

Immigration

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


I like immigrants, immigration. Legal immigration,Jane passionately corrects. Actually my goal is a borderless world.That's a new idea to her.Gatherin..
In a Day

In a Day

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


The one power that a man can have is inthe perfection of himself. He changeswith the weather but of this he's unaware.A churlish man and his teacher a..
Injury

Injury

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


My face tells me nothing. Not nothing but nothing useful, thecomplications of ageing humorously but not exactly how to avoidinjury.Permanent injury is..
The Invention of Zero

The Invention of Zero

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Zero.By which nothing is divided.No zerono negativeno oppositeno hopeno Adam, no apple, no marriage, no morning.No mirrorno knowledgeno God, no soul, ..
Is It Stress?

Is It Stress?

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Is it stress,or loss, despair and survivalwe must discuss. Stress is just the symptomof a universe intent to destroy the individualbefore i..
Jack's Commitments

Jack's Commitments

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


These are Jack's commitments: to his bodyexercise, stretch, heal if possible and prepare for death.To his sons: love and respect and teach, learnto be..
Jet, cracked paint, tea

Jet, cracked paint, tea

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


The clouds take a little blue from the skybeyond, how beautiful the weather makes lifeseem. The sky is where the soul goes whenthe mind runs out of de..