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.