Category Archives: Poems

It’s November for the nuthatch, the chickadee and me. They fly to my back deck. They know where their food will be. Hanging from the low pine branches, dangling from the chains I’ve hung there, while teetering on the top … Continue reading →

Why would I whine, when, whether I win or whether I loose, if I have prayed the frightening, faith filled prayer of that Gethsemane night: “…yet not my will but Yours…” then, given the view from my just opened tomb, … Continue reading →

Daniel Moloongo had an epiphany. At 27, it came a little late, perhaps. But, at 27, marching to his graduation ceremony at the divinity school in Lusaka, the only seminary the Anglicans administered in his native Zambia, and the most … Continue reading →

Her husband was a nasty, abusive, angry slob. Everyone who knew him, knew it. But she, given the kind of woman she was, Christian, understanding, gentle, forgiving, hated his God damned guts.

over, under, over, under over, under, over, over, under!!!! the world is blown asunder by an under over blunder! then, if it’s noticed, it’s unravel, unravel, unravel, pick up the offending stitch, which, would have rendered the Comforter, uncomfortable, making … Continue reading →

It’s so nice to see the folks for the holidays! Christmas is the season to be joyous! The Eve, it’s caroling in family chorus! Morning, it’s waffles and Eggs Benedict for us! Yep! It’ great to be home for the … Continue reading →

There are only two types of people on earth. Those who use slam-bang, hard top toilet seats and those who prefer slow closing, padded toilet seats. The universal characteristics of the entire Human Race can be divided in two by … Continue reading →

My wife and I are retired and downsized, waiting the ground break for our new North Carolina home in Southport. So, we find ourselves sleeping in the finished basement bedroom of our forty year owned home while our recently divorced … Continue reading →

South, down the eastern coast of our country, there, where the continent turns in on itself, and the string of island beaches face south, is one of the pearls on the barrier necklace, Oak Island. It’s where my wife and … Continue reading →

Whenever I see a row of sparrows, perching, an aviary congregation on a power line, I think to go to church, to kneel, wings folded, feathers to feathers with fellow believers, feeling the sacred current humming within us, hearing the … Continue reading →