Category Archives: Poems

We drove Grandma to the beauty shop today for a coloring, covering her gray. She is not to old for vanity so she wants her neighbors at the Home to smile and say, “How young you look, all brunette and … Continue reading →

The tide knows no to early morning, no inoppertune midnight, but comes, regular, the 75 year comet, the second hand on Grandfathers clock. We chart it for fishing days, when to dig for clambs, crab the marsh. Yet its turn … Continue reading →

The burning bush of Sinai was not consumed, but did it scream? Did Gods Fires horrid heat brand the bush? Was it sanctified in agony? Did it burn like Hell? Pity poor damned souls who writhe in Hells everlasting fires. … Continue reading →

The sea we surf is a perilous place but the pulse of the plunge is joyous. That view from the crest is all wind and spray, an ocean of foam before us. But beware the trough, the grave of the … Continue reading →

A touch to much. A word to many. A downward look at nothing. The acts preceed recognition. And then? And then the picture is there. It paints itself, layer by layer on the border between unconscious notion and bright daylight … Continue reading →

It occurred to me this morning, I have the same hair color as my Father. I started out a tow head, he started out a brunette, but we have met today in balding shades of gray. I know people say … Continue reading →

So, when the lady said, after a pleasant first date, “Do you want to come inside for a little while?” I thought, “What does she mean?” And since I could not quite uncover it, or get the lay of the … Continue reading →

I threw a book at the cat this morning for I was well provoked. He was so – intentional, scratching on the wicker chest, his cloying hint to be let out or fed or petted or something or nothing, just … Continue reading →

Because I’m nuts, I find wierd exercise as I walk the woods and look for trees, bent over, dead, but still standing and I push them down as they deserve. I knock ’em over, these bent and broken birch for … Continue reading →

Beware bent, broken birches, white skeletons on forest path who could not, by either strength or flex survive wicked winter winds. Beware grasping birch bones which trip you along your way. Fruitless to ponder why that birch but not this … Continue reading →