I have updated my website. Thanks to my son, who is talented in this sort of thing. I am hoping to focus more on poetry, via this venue. Meaning utilizing my website to highlight it as well as broadcast me reading some of my work aloud. Yes, gasp. Putting myself out there. Not the most … More update
last day of the monthlast day of the first half of the yeareven good days are now difficultthe moderate has become what would have once been labeled as extremeand here I amin the middle yet outsideI am totally and utterly alonedespite the booming of the firecrackers and the uncontested silence of a voiceboth of which … More as does change
I tend to wake up earlySunday and the world is still asleep or groggyrain falls and falls and thunder announces the sun has risenbut isn’t making an appearance just yetI open my windows a cool breeze blows in there are plants outside my windowtall plants as I’m on the second floorin the past they have been … More Sunday morning
It’s early Sunday morning. My friend called Friday evening. He asked me a work question or two, regarding an event coming up. An interesting aspect of this call is that my kids and I had just been texting, discussing the [event]s of the day and week. Protesters were gathering and marching, as we were communicating. … More say something
I have spent the better part of the week trying and trying again to write something meaningful and clever just for you and I am accomplishing little what a time what a world you are launching into except you were already launched you’re just walking out the door as a new label today college grad … More certainty
{none of us are alright} none of us are alright a difficulty yet a fact, nonetheless we might appear so together, seemingly well adjusted bright, articulate for the most part capable and offering the necessary where will we go today the places one cannot traverse via map alone even if not the mind leading where … More 2 poems
This year I am a participant in the Poetry Gauntlet at Lexington’s Carnegie Center. This means I committed to writing 100 poems in 2020. Here’s #24: another Saturday morning I deliberate as to my astuteness what am I ready for change has already come I ponder my own acceptance sure, I belong but as what? … More wrecked beauty
Sunday morning pre 8am. A car alarm goes off periodically this morning and I am unsure as to why the car owner doesn’t permanently handle this situation. Not quite like clockwork, as the times are intermittent, it continues. I’d prefer to not have the noise interruption, thank you. I can’t decide if the word of … More wilderness and/or wasteland
saw a couple dogs yesterday close and personal they each greeted me imposed upon my space and I was glad another dog the day before tiny, a yapper the dog beyond the apartment door on Elkwood I pictured him large, based on sounds and of course the barker across the street I walked a usual … More {the difficulty of monitoring ones life during a pandemic}
A few people ask me, fairly frequently, if I’ve been writing. What they’re generally asking about is my blog. Which you are currently reading! They’re wondering if I’ve posted a new entry. Or come up with anything I might deem clever to say. And the truth is. I have not posted regularly for a while. … More a different route
Upon a Sunny Day 