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  • Grateful Doesn’t Begin To Cover It

    Grateful doesn’t begin to cover it Really, the warm wondrous Aura shining from my grandkids’ eyes, Their innocence, their sense of awe, Imagination, magic door to thrilling Tender worlds of endless marvel, Unbound promise, splashy spacious Dreams – past and… Continue reading

    Grateful Doesn’t Begin To Cover It

  • I Want To Grow Old

    I want to grow old, not just get old. I want my family to be thicker than my toenails, My ignorance to be thinner than my hair. I want my resolve to be stiffer than my joints, My nerves to… Continue reading

    I Want To Grow Old

  • At Times Out Loud

    I thank my sneakers for coddling my feet, My car for seeing me home safe, Siri for answering my questions, The comfy gray chair where I read For its pampering space. – I apologize to walls I graze, Chairs I… Continue reading

    At Times Out Loud

  • Sweet Potatoes, Storms, So Much To Learn

    My wife says feeding our Granddaughter (!) Is a full-body experience. Sweet potato war paint, Oatmeal stalactites, Green beans gurgling through Sticky splayed fingers feet Frog-kicking in excitement Mouth mmmming blowing bubbles Eyes crossing as the spoon nears. – The… Continue reading

    Sweet Potatoes, Storms, So Much To Learn

  • Why Shoes?

    Why shoes? Left-right memorials, black even Before the soot from the ovens. Why shoes? Where are the shirts, dresses, pants, Stockings, skirts, watches, socks, Sweaters, rings, neckties, pins, Eyeglasses, underwear? Who claimed them after? Why shoes? They wait to walk… Continue reading

    Why Shoes?

  • Feathered Data Points

    Feathered data points on an avian graph, We gather and gabble and brood and breed And slumber and squabble and chatter and chill, Warming our futures in the midnight sun As gulls have always done. [Photo taken in Nusfjord, Lofoten… Continue reading

    Feathered Data Points

  • I Stand in Silence/Did You Know?

    I stand in silence Shuddering with sounds from the past. Shouts and mortars, shots and curses, Screams.             When you woke for the last time, did you know? I stand in silence Sagging under sounds of the present. Sighs and… Continue reading

    I Stand in Silence/Did You Know?

  • I Cherish Both

    Inside, puttering toward Porto, I’m having breakfast with an old friend. On our table, black coffee, yellow eggs, orange juice, brown toast, gray oatmeal. In our ears, silverware, dishes, and laughter. On our lips, easy conversation. In our hearts, Gladness.… Continue reading

    I Cherish Both