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Poem – A Childhood in Retrospect
Shifting through photos I feel no connection, no recognition to the person with time and years ahead of them, looking to the future. Pausing at one in particular in the midst of summer, oak leaves burning with white light, the sun slowly fading into the horizon behind the hill at the street’s end. What was…
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Words and Actions – Revisited for 04/18/17
Rugged facial features and expressions, like that of mountain men in history books and legends standing atop the highest peaks and planting a flag for their country, shaped by the endless sun and arctic winds. He handled life and the people around him with the ease and care of a seasoned glass maker. It was…
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Words and Actions – Revisited for 04/18/15
Back in 2009, I had a short story published at Whispering Angel Books about my grandfather. It was titled “Grandpa’s Words and Actions”. As 04/18/15 was an important anniversary, I am re-posting, along with updates from reviewing each year, and including it below. Rugged facial features and expressions, like that of mountain men in history…
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Words and Actions
Back in 2009, I had a short story published at Whispering Angel Books about my grandfather. It was titled “Grandpa’s Words and Actions”. As today is an important anniversary, I am re-posting, along with updates from reviewing each year, and including it below. Rugged facial features and expressions, like that of mountain men in history…
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Poem, Thoughts – Roots
Where do you come from? Not from 5-minutes ago, or from your vehicle, but the essence of you, what time, experiences, and place gave you the foundation of who you are? Where are your roots? I did not come money, I came from Northeast, Minneapolis. And so begins the story melding with the present and…
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Summer on 41st
Stretching eager fingers, ready to continue on a new piece with the working title of “A Season in Hell”. Not very original, however, a tribute to one of my favorite writers Arthur Rimbaud. I look over the empty streets from my office. The unimpeded sun heats black tar and the day has the hazy look…