Category Archives: Poems

His winds devastated both coasts of Florida. His rain and storm surge left 10 dead floating in his wake. Some who chose to “tough it out” but lost and some who were just chosen for him to take. But now … Continue reading →

Oh! The gannets and the booby and the shearwater, all citizens of the sea! Anywhere on the waves is home enough for thee! Where is served for you your supper of tiny, shiny fish dished on the white, salty crests … Continue reading →

So I’m sitting on our back porch trying to answer those complicated questions of existence. You know, the “I think therefore I am” sort of bull shit and I hear Nancy who’s sitting in the living room on her recliner … Continue reading →

Even dou da’ ‘gator’s been gone for weeks, now, from dat point on the pond where he warmed his-self in the sunshine, in the company of a half dozen black-mud-covered box turtles and one mean, nasty snapper, like some scene … Continue reading →

My Irish Grandsire was a sailor. Spent his years on the seas. Telling tales, he once told me if Captain Smith, Master of Titanic had done nothing but hit the iceberg straight on, his ship could have limped back to … Continue reading →

The winning driver, after 100,000 passes past 1,000,000 roaring fans in the stands, SPEEDS HOME VICTORIOUS!!! And the world explodes! Screams its approval!! The driver, pumping his fist to accentuate his victory. The spectators on the drivers side see his … Continue reading →

On this first Autumn day, I sit on my back porch watching leaves and pine needles fall into the pond. (In truth, they have been coming down for three weeks now, what with the hurricane and one misnamed “tropical storm … Continue reading →

“Just because he’s your husband, doesn’t mean he’s wrong. He was right about you, right?” As I was about you, with your scent, Youth Dew, behind your ears and between your thighs and your taste for kippered snacks and the … Continue reading →

It’s out of fashion. So I hear. A ceiling with pits and crags like a stoney beach where you have to wear your old sneakers to go down in the water. “Passe’, “ they say. Most new buyers willing to … Continue reading →

WARNING!!! THIS IS A LONG ONE!!!) The little town where I grew up had its own library. Sort of. But it wasn’t a Public Library. That edifice of communal culture was 6 miles away, in the next bigger town and … Continue reading →