Technology Failures Of high tech glitches there have been, Here’s where mine begin. The store alarms that go off when I’m just on my way in!
The “Player’s” First Kiss He recollects his virgin kiss And its resultant buzz, Recalling that enchanting bliss But not with whom it was.
Mr. Winick began writing poetry several years ago, after concluding a long legal career. He composes mostly formal poems, although ironically his two favorite poems – Langston Hughes’ “Mother to Son” and Robert Hayden’s “Those Winter Sundays” – are both free verse. Almost 200 of Mr. Winick’s poems have been published in nearly a score of online and print journals.
Grand Little Things 