Category Archives: Poems

My dad was mad, most of his lives… at governments and at wives but then The Wall fell and he married his forth, ( his last) a good one, for him, and she lasted, and the sun came out and … Continue reading →

He feared the dark depths where monsters lurked. He feared the roiling waves cresting toward the beach. He feared the winds of Autumnal storms. How could any swimmer survive that terrifying chaos? What else could he do but rest on … Continue reading →

The day Jesus woke in His tomb Is like the day my Grand Daughter birthed from her womb. On that day, all the meanings of my years before changed for ever more. All my future days changed in all ways. … Continue reading →

Oh! How romantic! Rating farts at midnight-late on a scale of 1 to 10! Chuckling whether “That One!” was a 7.5 or 8. Or at 5A.M. (the rubrics subject, now, quite flexible, though the readiness is all…) but the need … Continue reading →

As I’ve grown olderly I’ve found a new sport: Sitting Still. Yep! But though my wife encourages me to play it enthusiastically, (given my age…) sitting still is a contact sport and compared to all the other sports I’ve managed … Continue reading →

Come to by living my life, my belief in Divine, ultimately benevolent, intent and some kind of conscious continuation after my time’s-run-out, natural, built in obsolescence reaches the point of dust, is not some polemic, so old it has nearly … Continue reading →

The Grandson, a lumbering, knuckle dragging, football playing lummox, sought to establish his place in the patrio-logical line by challenging his Grand Father to an arm wrestling match. The young fellow sweetened the offer by including a ten dollar bet … Continue reading →

An early Easter-Sunday-Mornings soft breath ruffles the mirrored-surface of Lake Junaluska. On the shoreline, weeping willow branches shimmer in the breeze. A solitary leaf falls to the water, floats there, alone, precisely where Providence placed it. From there to surf … Continue reading →

A guy and his wife walk into Calaveri’s Travel Agency in Lower Manhattan. Mr. Calaveri greets them at the door and asks what he can do for the gentleman and his lovely lady? The guy says he’s promised his wife … Continue reading →

What can the quarterback, when he can no longer zing a frozen rope , 64 yards, into the waiting hands of a sprinting wide-receiver while his cheerleading, worshipful, wonderful wife performs backflips and splits in the owners box, do? Brag … Continue reading →