Below is a poem I wrote in 1977, a year after I met the girl featured in the poem. I kept it to myself until April 6, 2016, when I published it on my Art ~ Writing ~ Life blog. Enjoy. I awoke this morning to voices on the wind, Echoes of past, present, and … Continue reading Girl on a Train, Poem 2024-0831
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2011.2.20 Writing: A Day in My Life
Words awoke me the other morning, repeating in my mind loudly, obtrusively. At 4:27, I snapped on my lamp and scribbled them down. Dark cold Deep blue Frigid from the death of violet I wondered, “What does it mean, frigid from the death of violet?” I tried to remember the dream that had birthed those … Continue reading 2011.2.20 Writing: A Day in My Life
Doing Again What We Love
Today, I’m celebrating the one-year birthday of this blog. That doesn’t mean I’m new to blogging. I’ve been doing it since 1993, posting my writing and artwork for thirty years at webhosts such as popular-at-the-time GeoCities and MySpace, to name two. I moved to WordPress in January 2011 and posted, “Hi. I’m a wildlife and … Continue reading Doing Again What We Love
In Memory of My Mom, Poem 2023-0608
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
Ghost Love, Again
Today, I’m presenting another edited repost from my old blog Vree Erickson. This one has a story about Vree for your reading pleasure. This is the first story I wrote that featured Vree as the leading main character, which I penned when I was fourteen. I changed the story years later to feature my Dave … Continue reading Ghost Love, Again
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
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