Category Archives: Poems

Let me remind you to remember what I looked like when I died and to tell me when we meet for coffee in that Cafe’ on the Other Side. Was there the smile on my face of a man, contented, … Continue reading →

An emerald-green-grass-fairway. And high on its sides and above, a deep-blue-North Carolina sky with a herd of white, puffy, buffalo drifting by, stretches out before my eye through the picture windows walling my Senior-Living-Communities indoor swimming pool as I force … Continue reading →

It really don’t matter, the money you’ll earn. Nor the companies you’ll build from scratch, to turn. What matters is what your children will say, on the day after you die. It’s your choice to choose. To win or to … Continue reading →

The Soul swirls in a whirlpool of mystery, miracle and celestial breezes, while the body is rooted in soil, seed, stone and flesh. The body is the school where its Soul learns to empathize with life in the flesh with … Continue reading →

I guess it was the sermon on the Trinity was the straw that broke Divinity’s back that day, finally. A lovely Sunday morning in late May. Still cool, pleasant enough, early, for our olderly Episcopalian congregation to gather for an … 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 →