revised 2011     3:01 pm slumping sleepily at my desk, lulled by a chorus of buzzes, signals, cubicle chatter and a siren from...

1/12/01   Seven rings of the Town Hall bell, me bumping around in this old inn bringing in more wood building the fire making strong...

February 17, 2013     As I lay on the recovery table the song “Good Morning Starshine” filled my mind. I hummed it and sang it and hummed...

February 1983    revised July 25, 2014     Crystal has breeding too. Just because she’s furry, lays mauled chicadees on the doorstep and...

March 1982 Revised July 2014   Sepulchre lady of my deep dreams, you stare at me through the window then from far back in the darkness....

Revised     Listening to street noise, the computer, the radiator knocking and the clock ticking, for me these city sounds have replaced...

October 18, 2012                    B   As me and another, maybe two, were making our way in the woods, we came to an ancient tree with...

4/12/14     “Sit quietly behind your wooden door, Spring will come again.’                          And so it has. rising sun; clear sky;...

6/5/88    revised 7/24/14     breeze blowing  through park sycamore leaves gently move sunlight covers all   pigeons rest on limbs humans...

January 14, 2012   Two merchants readying for their day, bounce in their steps, dressed in pricey, casual black, kibbutzing  about...

WINTER 1982 Revised July 15, 2014     Dripping crystal spears catching the sun in your slender shafts, shoulder to shoulder with your...

September, 1982 Revised, July 2014     Flying saucer launched by a pot-hole flashing in front of the beltway armada, trajecting the...

1984 (modified in 2011)   Does anyone eat horse-apples? It would take a Spartan horse to down that tough pulp and sticky milk. What they...

November 2012     Looking back at the house Dad, ashen gray, was standing at the kitchen window. I know it took all his strength to raise...

1982 revised 2011   Glistening, muscles rippling, I raced into the deep woods- I was the Lord of trails, trees, frigid streams, an urban...

April 25, 1988 Rev. July 2014     My first sit in the park this Spring, The pigeons, squirrels and street folk were waiting for me plus...

Thinking about how Dad smelled like Mennen’s After Shave, how big he seemed when I was small, how he drank too much and raised hell but...

April 1988   revised July 2014     You wondered if you would ever complete a New York Times crossword, now it’s routine like shaving,...

August 22, 2017 Yesterday Susan, Jeri and I had lunch at Under the Bridge Cafe.  We sat outside so we might take in the Eclipse of the...

It’s getting dark   and it’s not Ann Miller and the Easter Parade coming by but it ain’t bad. Receptionists, computer pros and medical...