On Realizing There Are Too Many…
While cutting an onion I am reminded of Brueghel, / the lack of tears in his art. Mine are everywhere
Self-Portrait as Elizabeth Holmes
If I’d left Stanford early because I was sick
of teachers saying my ideas weren’t feasible;
if I’d already planned the kind of founder
I would be—black-clad, aloof yet
passionate—before I knew which field
I’d innovate
The Second Pass
The first pass along the whetting stone
creates an edge too fine to last;
the second, more blunting pass
tempers the edge into usefulness.
The Weight
How much does a hospital weigh
I’ve tried to estimate
Fluorescent tiled corridors, star-crossed
Friends arriving late
Four Guys and a Truck
The rooms were stolen by four guys who joked about everything I owned …
Charlie Chaplin & Me
Legend has it that Charlie Chaplin placed third
in a Charlie Chaplin Look-Alike Contest. Now
that I’ve been threatened suit for stealing a stranger’s
image for my author photo, I know how he feels.