Monthly Archives: August 2018

Our grand-kids left at 5:AM. Their Momma, my step-daughter, Cara, single-mom, tough as melting nails, drove down here, a fourteen-hour jaunt from the Hudson Valley, two days ago (with a friend… 🙂 to drive them back home today. She’s got … Continue reading →

Three buddies in a locker room. We’re regulars at the gym. We’ve known each other for years. We know where the others work, whether married, how many times, what the first one did that was so terrible, the weather on … Continue reading →

I woke this morning, startled by the whimpers. I rose, stumbled to my desk to erase two poems, still-born, I’d thought, laying prone on the slab, waiting post-poem autopsy. I wondered. Perhaps a little slice here, a last minute transplant … Continue reading →

“Good afternoon, Mr. Ken! This is Sally-Jean at Dr. Vaughn’s office! The Doctor would like you to come in, early tomorrow morning – if you can. There have been some – developments…” Oh! Dear Lady! Can you know the soft … Continue reading →

who is this doppelganger the poet stumbles over as he cris-crosses between his worlds – from her – to that other love – from that gentle air conditioned life – to that steamy fecund swamp sucking him into itself – … Continue reading →

I pray to pass my years so at my time of death I’m enjoying the time of my life.

Abu Ben Norman, may his tribe increase, awoke one… day in the deep, safe, niche of rapier sarcasm he had honed on the hides of the bullies who had abused him in middle-school with taunts and shoves in the halls … Continue reading →