Category Archives: Poems

I like my study. The way my desk chair, (my “throne”, so my children called it) is molded to the rounds of my back-side. (My wife tells me I have no ass to speak of!) And the way the straight-back … Continue reading →

Wake-up! Wake up ye drunken bum! Get up as soon as you’re able. Get up! Get up ye whoring bum! Get dressed in your silks and sable! Get up! Get up for a New Queens come! Get up! Get up … Continue reading →

…where, in last night’s midnight’s dream, yes, I had a destination, but not the destiny to arrive at it, so, only, frustration, was felt. And later, in that early morning fantasy , half awake, I could feel, still, the feel … Continue reading →

Be careful out there, little sparrow, for there be hawks circling above and higher still, the wind-blown vulture rising, round and round for a better view of slaughter. Waiting his turn to clean-up the remains, after the kestrel dove down, … Continue reading →

Even in their own, old book it says so! “…male and female… “…in His image He created them both…” So, Moses, that ancient historian, gave it his best shot. Yes, God is both male and female, but… it’s not Moses’ … Continue reading →

…..like the lamb, with soft breezes and cloudless skies, blue! like the eyes of the Goddess and a soft, wool blanket to warm us in the unexpected chill of a night as March, sometimes, provides. Then approaches Spring, when we … Continue reading →

Silver chimes, hanging from back porch beams, harmonize with wind-song as breezes blow so gently through the screens… The melody of my wife’s soft, bell-tone laughter fills my life with joy… The startling, sorrowing siren of a determined ambulance dopplers … Continue reading →

It’s a philosophical-anatomical-physiological-psychological hypothetical, framed in a logical, logistical, gramatical proposition. To Whit: What I “is” ain’t what I “means.” What I Is – is what you see coming towards you from up the street on a summer evening… or … Continue reading →

Picture, please, A stay at home Daddy during a cozy mid-night-sitting-up with Baby. Feeding Baby with fresh squeezed Mommy milk pumped earlier in the evening. Next morning, Daddy’s playing with Baby as Mommy, (a lawyer, perhaps,) happily goes off to … Continue reading →

Slim-pickins’, facts. Faith offers fun with its possibilities, even if they are not, usually, probabilities. Like a really well-thought-out children’s play room for 4 or 5 year olds… (like you and me, speaking, relatively….!) Reams of blank news-print-paper to be … Continue reading →