Robert Ronnow : Writing

The Invention of Zero

The Invention of Zero

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Zero.By which nothing is divided.No zerono negativeno oppositeno hopeno Adam, no apple, no marriage, no morning.No mirrorno knowledgeno God, no soul, ..
Is It Stress?

Is It Stress?

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Is it stress,or loss, despair and survivalwe must discuss. Stress is just the symptomof a universe intent to destroy the individualbefore i..
Jack's Commitments

Jack's Commitments

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


These are Jack's commitments: to his bodyexercise, stretch, heal if possible and prepare for death.To his sons: love and respect and teach, learnto be..
Jet, cracked paint, tea

Jet, cracked paint, tea

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


The clouds take a little blue from the skybeyond, how beautiful the weather makes lifeseem. The sky is where the soul goes whenthe mind runs out of de..
Jones' Nose

Jones' Nose

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Their unspoken opinionsare like a pot of unknowable, unnamed meatsincluding skunk partsone morsel of filet mignonFamily or workplacelonger the hours, ..
Just Us

Just Us

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Suppose there is no life in space, just us. And we inhabit Mars,air condition Venus. Hold family barbecues, national holidayson Mercury. Fly to Jupite..
Late Summer

Late Summer

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


It has been beautiful, late August, full moona million crickets followinga million fireflies in June,a million May peepers. Immersedin insect, amphibi..
Let's Work the Problem

Let's Work the Problem

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


I like his confidence, that working the problemwill certainly result in better outcomes than guessing.A rationalist who does not depend on a higher po..
Life is not a curse

Life is not a curse

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


I'm not hard,I'm scared.I thought the cherry was the birch.When the cloud clearedI was still afraid.At my bestI accept deathAs a necessary search, war..
The Listener

The Listener

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


New York City is where people who aredisappearing go. It is very quiethere, silent. A man and womanmade love below me. I could hearthe bedsprings ring..