Category Archives: Poems

Earle introduces himself, steps through my open door, shakes my hand. His grip, to me, feels like a solid red brick. I say, “Hi! My name’s Ken!” He’s here to install a new-no-tub-stand-up-shower in my bathroom so I don’t need … Continue reading →

He hurt you! Yes. You’re hurt. Innocent, but in pain, you hear his plea for forgiveness. You weigh your options. You think, “I’ll think about it.’ And you do. You teeter-totter in your brain, ” …but he hurt me. But … Continue reading →

No! This is not an ode to some tree pointing, skyward, toward some divinity I will never see. Nor is it an answer to the conundrum of a tree falling in a forest, alone, so is there noise? (Of course … Continue reading →

Normal folk see trees. Poets, similes. And really, in or out of doors, normal folk see whatever’s there, Poets, metaphors.

… so, of course, it’s time for new breaks so’s I don’t keep rollin’ on whenever I try to stop. Maybe I need new wipers so’s I can see clearly through the raindrops and bug gut streaks on the windshield. … Continue reading →

All this time, we’ve been writing our history – going in the wrong direction! The Hawaiians got here first, from the Great Western Sea and they followed the currents of the rivers and lakes all the way to the mystery … Continue reading →

At the center of the soul of the universe – is a place of peace and love. To recreate that place, that peace, that love, to re-memorialize it in the old meaning of that word, is to re-participate in it, … Continue reading →

(Not to be construed as a poem in any way. Just a meandering about an important issue.) Well, we have….Everything and Nothing. We have to lose: …Our assumption that gender definitions and roles are fixed and ought to be so. … Continue reading →

The Neuse River and Footloose Creek cross the southeast border of tide water Virginia into North Carolina, creating a confluence with the Lumber River which meanders south and east to meet the Cape Fear River Basin in the marshlands north … Continue reading →

When I consider my senescence and my built in obsolescence, I find there are legions of bad habits I must eliminate from my existence. Like when I must surpress my… LUST!!! for a second or even forth dessert! My wife … Continue reading →