Robert Ronnow : Writing

Two Hawks Aloft

Two Hawks Aloft

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Two hawks aloftcrows anxious banding togetherCarol Ott comes over to my house, likes the warm weather, Novembera California Christmas and maybe specie..
Two White Wines

Two White Wines

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Dinner with old friends:salmon with red cabbage, asparagus, Caesar's salad, penne with broccoli, two white wines.Jane Jacobs could analyze how it al..
Ulzana's Raid

Ulzana's Raid

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


In Ulzana's Raid,the Native- and European-American concepts of property ownershipand rightsare incompatible and irresolvable. McIntoshhad no illusions..
Uncertainty

Uncertainty

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


There cannot be two identical things in the world. Twohydrogen atomsoffer infinite locations within their shells for electrons.Thus, nothing can be de..
Under-sky sleeping, bone keeping

Under-sky sleeping, bone keeping

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


In the holy spotwith the sitting rockthere is oak. Outwhere humans livethere is shagbark hickoryand maple.Ants climb the rock.August, and young birdsa..
Until the fight is done

Until the fight is done

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


My confusion comes from too much doing. During the newseating cheese and crackers, drinking wine, thinking the worldneeds me.Or the falling leaves, th..
Upside Down the Ancient Bole

Upside Down the Ancient Bole

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


The white-breasted nuthatchupside down the ancient bole.If it has no soul, neither do I.Pencils criss-crossed on the desk,sticks tangled on the ground..
Urination, don't take it for granted

Urination, don't take it for granted

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Dick Burton examining Liz Taylor's rectal sphincter for blood. That's love. Sexual love. Pornographic, anthropological, primate love. ..
Watching Homer Struggle

Watching Homer Struggle

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Watching Homer struggleto explain how a god wounded by a mortalcannot die but may thereafter live with minor painand the humor when that godcomplains ..
We Like Trees

We Like Trees

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


We like trees.Rocks. Crows.Trees are good.Shade. Food. Wood.If they leave,we'll leave, too.Snow. How comesome there, none here.Sun can killor be fun.G..