Robert Ronnow : Writing

Not enough heat

Not enough heat

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Not enough heat. Snow. Cold. and now rainon Tuesday morning. traffic sloshes to work.it is cloudy for the second straight day. the snowwas magical onl..
Not like a figwort

Not like a figwort

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Not like a figwort but not an aster, either. Could he be a buttercupwith sepals, no petals, but sepals like petals? Alan is a bluebeech,an ash if his ..
Occupied

Occupied

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


As a boy, I'd find my fathersitting in the pitch dark living room,cigarette aglow, as I'd passfrom my bed to the bathroom.Did the boy consider, at tha..
October Sky

October Sky

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


The teacher dies having made her small contributionto the colonization of other planets by motivatinga boy who would otherwise be a coal miner to beco..
Of Judith and Inanna

Of Judith and Inanna

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


For the accountant, the librarian, on this cold daythere is no revelation. He will go his own wayto the roar of the tinnitus in his ears.About our war..
Oh Pilot Me

Oh Pilot Me

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


RNA or DNA polymerase, an enzyme, protein, attracted topromoter molecules in the polypeptide chain causing a zippermotion and transcription of the cod..
Okay Love

Okay Love

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Dear Robert I'm enclosing the warranty for your shaver In caseanything should happen I've circled the address where to bri..
The Ordinary Care of Providence

The Ordinary Care of Providence

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Madison's defense of the establishment clause to the Virginia legislature:Religion both existed and flourished, not only without the support of human ..
Organization man

Organization man

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Organization man. In the best sensecreating the environment in which experimentscan be savored and remembered.Then there is the world of interlockedor..
Operational Culture for the Warfighter

Operational Culture for the Warfighter

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


What would be the point, in this first winter snow, of goingback to several of the women whose bodies I have knownand wondering what they thought abou..