My mom died 18 years ago on Wednesday, June 8, after complications from surgery. She was 66. When she died, I wrote the following poem for her funeral. In Memory of My Mom In this lamentful family moment When heads of the living are slumped forward, Tears flowing, Tongues completing tender prayers — our final … Continue reading In Memory of My Mom, Poem 2023-0608
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Siriasis, Poem 2023-0603
Below is a poem I wrote long ago when a days-long hot summer sun baked more than the land around us. You are full brazen, Your swollen tan lies crisp on sunbaked sand. You call attention to a distraction and her snug rounded smooth firm thighs But you take her breasts in hand instead. Seductive … Continue reading Siriasis, Poem 2023-0603
An Easter Passing, Poem 2023-0409
The light of a hot Sunday sun reflected off brick buildings and mirrored from a parkway where a hospital sits deep brown and yellow in its last degree fading like the old woman inside dying with a smile on her face happy to be leaving. But I with a burlesque smile am sad to watch … Continue reading An Easter Passing, Poem 2023-0409
Reminiscing, part 3
I’m still peeking at old photos and reminiscing about the past. (You can read Part 1 here and Part 2 here.) I plan to wrap this up today so I can get other jobs done. Pictures are time machines that can whisk us immediately to earlier times. I have photos of my childhood that includes … Continue reading Reminiscing, part 3
Reminiscing, part 2
I’m still peeking at my old photos when I should be labeling their storage boxes. I can’t help reminiscing when I do. (You can read Part 1 here.) I see old photos of an entrepreneurial boy trying to earn quarters. Quarters were important pieces of silver to us kids because we could buy a long-neck … Continue reading Reminiscing, part 2
Reminiscing, part 1
I find wintertime the best time to get on top of my plans and goals. January and February are typically the two coldest and snowiest months where I live. Leaving the house can be a chore and a half when it snows: Getting in and out of snowsuits and boots, shoveling the stuff, battling drifts … Continue reading Reminiscing, part 1
On Writing Stories
I started writing fiction when I was nine. But I didn’t write what I considered “serious fiction” until I was fourteen. They were baseball stories about the struggles, triumphs, and defeats of the game. There were no personal struggles in those stories that went beyond a weak pitcher trying to defeat a strong lineup of … Continue reading On Writing Stories
