Category Archives: Poems

I guess it was the sermon on the Trinity was the straw that broke Divinity that day, finally. A lovely Sunday morning in late May. Still cool, pleasant enough, early, for our olderly Episcopalian congregation to gather for an “Outside-By-The-Sea” … Continue reading →

…a believers faith in the reality of a Divinity who cares and is taking care of what happens to the house and all who dwell within while She sits quietly on a comfy beach chair, perched among the gables of … Continue reading →

I love to cuddle! Huddle through the night with Nancy! Gives me reason to muddle through the coming day rather than, befuddled by slings and arrows, stumble on without a North Star to guide me! The soon coming comfort of … Continue reading →

When I was a kid growing up on our island in The Sound, I passed many a summer afternoon lounging in the stern of my skiff, an oar secured to the transom as a rudder, riding the in-coming tide to … Continue reading →

I hate to be late no matter the nature of the date. A first romantic dinner? I am perfectly able to wait at our table for her. For a patient half hour will not sour anticipation, only enhance the coming … Continue reading →

So, of what am I most afraid? Well, of not being anything, any more. That belief, at last, in an existence after a death, is the Great Lie…. of no commas, rather, only a period at the end of my … Continue reading →

Let us not be too hard on the Great Apes. Maybe Jane Goodall had the right idea. And Diane Fosse paid a high price for the realization that snoozing in the high grass, munching free fruit while playing with the … Continue reading →

Beaches and pools have been my second home since birth. My parents used to say, “Peel the skin off his neck! There be gills there!” Pretty good times in college competitions in the 50 and 100 yard sprints. Once I … Continue reading →

Sometimes, I wish I was that deer in the head-lights, two seconds before that speeding pick-up-truck crushes my ribs and splinters my spine… or that hare, grazing the clover in the growing twilight, five seconds before that owl’s talons sink … Continue reading →

of a scary face, an echoing place, a lost trace, a cold case, a barren oasis, an exhausting pace, a shattered vase, a pretty girl named Anastasia, of loosing a bet for the ace of spades when you’re holding a … Continue reading →