Pregnancy

In that balloon blown by biological filler You find the primordial base Of form, proliferating in time, To metamorphose, through a fine line, Demarcating an endo-parasite, That when exonerated, turns to a free-loader In quotidian habit, though in essence, Is a symbiont by nature.

If Men Could Give Birth (A subtle humor piece)

I remember watching a movie in the 1990s which centered on a man being pregnant. Yes, an impossibility, except in the case of sea horses, which too are only able to fertilize the eggs, and carry the little sea horses to term. Still, what if by some strange twist of fate, men could get pregnant….

Sea Creatures

Autumn closing in The waves turning colder The sea breeze running downwind While the sky turns to a paler blue. The sturgeon is hunted all around the Caspian Sea For its pricey caviar, while The Papa sea horse will collect Roe from his lover, inject half The chromosomes through the membrane And rear the fertilized…

Bull’s Eye Pregnant

Have you seen how eggs Are arranged in a fridge? It’s always in two lines when the one closest Is sucked in by your fimbriae like fingers And dropped on the frying pan. And as the egg breaks You see the white spreading Like an amniotic ocean And the golden yolk, Afloat on top like…

Mouse

You’re inside a box And you’re thinking outside. And still you can’t figure out How the house mouse crept through An opening, right into the kitchen And on to the container holding A few kilo grams of rice. And you wonder, how can solid walls And sturdy doors be outwitted by a rodent. And you…

Love and Pregnancy

Everyone one of my friends has kids. Some 2 and others 3. Its almost always more than 1. Like everyone wants A company or crowd But never a monocyclist Or a string quartet. And my wife and I, we plan To bring one rug rat to the world. Who will run circles around us, And…

Marine Theology

They say marine creatures, like mollusks Write their own scripts with ink, venom and milk. Biological concoctions of peptides and indigo dyes. And here life is all about the beautiful prey and her capture. And we humans call the prey, a mystical gender, A euphemism, “woman”, radiant and strongly nuclear We make another euphemism “love”…

Man’s Redemption

Man is slandered and persecuted by rumor As the hunter and the sex-god The boner that defines his gender. And he is only, a spoon with sugar Extending to a hidden mouth with drool Hoping that it is not just indulgence, A sugar rush, he gives. He too sees a bald moon in her eyes,…