Category: Poetry

Leaves four. One hundred and seventy-three. I was once a reason for sanity that stemmed from an August tide. And nothing is less than what is already said. I will try and be still tonight. The March winds of winter declare war upon the North. And Southern towns of October listen for the sounds… listen…

The consequences of summer. Of an evening easily spent. The wind. The Dakotas. What are the reasons when there are no reasons at all? Seasons fall to summer like a blast furnace upon sand. August rain. His name is forever. His name is child. He sits upon the stairs of tomorrows’ and then someone says……

Tuesday is a smile. How are you today?Tuesday is a smile that never goes away.Christmas is Rick Ocasek. We were justwhat we were. Dogs of summer. And a little bitto. Let me say. It is the nicest of you.What is the single sound of a thought crying?Never has a moment and then. It was my…

My friend, the most powerful attorney in the state,who was my other neighbor across the street,was friends with the Governor. The Governorarranged for West Point Choir Tour and my neighborarranged for four of the Cadets to stay at our home.Two of them stayed in our Guest room. We hadfive bedrooms. On the wall in the…

As a child in Elementary school, I had problems with reading.I noticed at Church that I felt awkward reading outloud.I came across poetry in the library in fourth grade and decidedto study how to write poetry to become a betterpublic reader. I settled on Robert Browning.I wanted to write his style of poetry in my…

In 2019, I began to realize that I spoke French and Italianand Hebrew. I am becoming quite fluent at it these days.When I was 6 years old I was hurt. And at school withoutthe school telling my family, the school had Highschool studentscome in and teach us foreign languages. Eddie was my Tutor and neighbor.We…

What is the start of summer?Is it a weathered hand holding a door open?Is it a spike in the lawn with a leash?A turtle in the garden moving slowly?A kitten in the lawn?What is saying goodbye, completely?Her hand holding the door for another minute.I lost at the game Sorry the other day.Is that when I…

My father taught me to believe in my dreams.I taught myself to believe in myself because sometimesyour dreams can be stolen from you.

I was alone. I was only seven. I stood proper and alone until midnight.I thought they were the sounds of balloons exploding. I heard a womanbegging for a doctor. I saw the crowd walking around in disbelief,trying to stop what was happening. Someone who would take away the eyes of Bobby Kennedy.I went to my…

I have a cat named Cassie because she sleeps on my guitar in its case.I call her Whiskers when she wakes me up at night. I have PTSD.And I sleep alone and always have. And Cassie wont sleep on the bed withme. Every night though she wakes me up about 6 times to be petted.She…

My family was millionaires in the sixties.We lived in Spokane Valley, in Opportunity.And we had a camper where our neighbor’s camper wasout on Ponderay. I stayed with my cousin during the summer growingup. I preferred my cousin’s company when I was thirteenand our other cousin at my mother’s parents. I was richand wealth was measured…

When the tide chases the tide out again.You will find me sitting wrestling with the tide.I was a child of the beach. Constantly.You see I left with him.Summer is a vacation called California.And that vacation was called… blues.I finished school in sixth grade.And we attended for enjoyment.But memories are a sheet of paperand I am…

Written in a word.Einstein’s Moon.Towards a…she was …And she would last for less than a secondthought. Instead. I once smiledand a smile was enough. As a child.awkward was cute.And finally I am cute again at, 65.I was never. And never I should say again.Lips of wine. Lips of sin. Lips of weed.Pure. No that is…

dances under the light of the day.Music is shadows that turn twist andto be remembered or forgotten.Are any of us remembered. Beyond the four wallsof our home. To reach out. And drop to our knees in prayer.And to say another prayer and another.I listen to a banshee in pantomime from across the roomand suddenly he…

If there is nothing more noble than to give your life for the one that you loveperhaps there is, and it is to live your life for the one that you love.Does tomorrow exist? Are you living for something later always?Tomorrow is here always, it is tied to today like a kite.

The change of seasons is difficult for me.And then its back to one foot in front of the other.Once I get my pace back. Three years ago I started my WordPress sitehere with the diagnosis of a cyst on the left side of my brain.I have recovered. This got me through it. I don’t know…

I reach and reach through. So much for anything at all. Most of what I would have to share is written in other words, a little bit more believable. After the reason and before the inclination. So much I would tell you is emptiness or lies. So I say instead that I have Eddie to…

I still feel that asinine is of the attitude of being such. I feel it’s a dirty word with intent. Sort of. I was a jerk. Intentionally. I liked playing the position I had. We bothered our father into letting us grow our hair out past a crew cut. So in return he had his…

and the things we number ourselves by. Southern Living. But Eddie, they had the nicest toys. I really liked them. Do you remember the racecars? I remember the skyrockets and the airplanes. You see it was Eddie’s idea to stay with people rather than pursue money, that way the things we remembered belonged to people.…