Category Archives: Poems

When two church schools hit Kings Dominion on a sunny Virginia Spring day, we rode the rides, screaming, ate gooyuy cotton candy, hockey puck burgers, took in a James Taylor concert at the grand band stand. Happily leading my students … Continue reading →

We’ll never see another Woodstock. The 60s could never be now. How could all these isolated I-pads produce a Woodstock? “I’s” have replaced “We’s” in a world so frightened that “alone” is sacred, “My Space” trumps “home” in a heart … Continue reading →

I miss that damn intrusive boom box, lugged on the shoulder of those great “fuck you” fans who said, “I’m diggin’ my music! So are you, like it or not! Enjoy!” I miss being blasted by that blaring cacophony of … Continue reading →

Remember Autumns when you could drive the rural roads to Rutherford VT or Albany, NY to catch the colors? Like clock work. Columbus Day weekend was a good bet. Set your watch by it. Drive up to the Berkshires or … Continue reading →

Buddy, my Golden Retriever, came to my recliner last night to finish my ice cream. He licked the bowl clean, licked his lips and jowels, nuzzled my hand,”Thanks”, plodded back to his bed by the wood stove. Buddy is dead. … Continue reading →

It is the Autumn now in me. I mourn more than the Falling. I see, this November, my golden light fadeing into frozen night. So comes Winter to my being, coffined in crystal, buried in white. So comes the great … Continue reading →

A kite, dreaming to be a hawk. A man dreaming to be a saint. A saint dreaming to be an angel. An angel, God.

I like to play to enjoy to fill. I wish to – day, to day the hours of light by playing enjoying filling and when I’m done daying, I begin to night, by dreaming by snoaring by restoring so I … Continue reading →

Dream. Wait. Fetal float. Umbilical swim. Lay flat. Sit up. Crawl, totter, wobble, walk. Stumble. Walk faster. Run. Sprint, dash. Dance. Run. Jog, trot. Run slower. Slow dance. Walk fast. Walk slower. Wobble, totter. Sit. Sit more. Lay flat. Doze.Sleep. … Continue reading →

The moon, with gentle condescension, smiles upon us while we electrocute his night with weeping willow light and blast his quiet with firecracker might. It is July 4th sparklers in New England and he is fully pleased to let us … Continue reading →