Author Archives: Stephen Futterer

The eyes report a muffled phrase An upside-down dark masquerade When faces fall, the colors pave As remnants of a ghost parade

“I like unagi, except when soggy” — SF Ogden Nash’s light verse was some of the first poetry I encountered as a kid. My parents had a lovely bound collection of his works that has since been passed on to me. I tended to go for the shorter ones, since I wasn’t much of aContinue reading ““Ode To Ogden’s Eels””