There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there has always been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that 'my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.' Isaac Asimov

Inimicus Dei Constituitur


In sleep,

Your hand clasps my wrist

As you slip deeper

I expect you to relax, release --

Instead you hold tighter;

Even in sleep , you hold fast.

I listen to the sound of your breath

And lay my head on your shoulder

I had a dream last night --
you took my hand and said to me:

Last night,
just before sleep
it seemed you
were between us --
each with an arm
around you, at
shoulder and waist.
You were content,
and slept smiling
as I watched
the two of you
feeling whole.


I think about you
Every single day --
If you're not
in my arms
I'm missing you

in the front seat
of a white Dodge
up the hill from
the U.R.I campus;
Daddy to you
that November night --
suddenly --
a smile, a kiss
and if I wasn't yours
it became inevitable.