A Special Friend Or? — What is my first memory of this special life-long companion of mine? Hard to say really, it is as if one day he was just there, waiting to be acknowledged. Certainly by the time I started high school, he was with me all the time. He was irritating and had…

A Poem — Walking to and from school each day Crossing train tracks Seemingly endless in both directions Wondering what would it be like To hop aboard for a grand adventure To see other parts of this huge country Meeting new people Visiting different parts of his own state Would do for a…

What do you see — What is it One might ask at first glance That would be the wrong question There is a different kind of encounter at play Colors and shapes juxtaposed In seemingly random ways Soothing at times Yet challenging the beholder To find a connecting thread Everything is supposed to make sense after all My logical mind insists The…

A Poem — That the light from stars that died billions of years ago Are still reaching us today This fact when first learned Burst my understanding of my place in the universe What it means to be alive Forcing an examination of all that I “know” To look anew at how I relate to everyone else And my…

Can’t Escape Them — I settled down in my favorite recliner after having walked the dog and shoveled snow twice already today. Determined to write, it had been almost a week since my last published piece. Hoping that this would be the day that I would weave words forming something inspirational. Nothing came, total…

Or are you simply going to pass away — There is no mystery here We will all one day disappear Despite the deepest of divisions springing from Religion-politics-culture-class Every person who has ever lived Every creature too Are all connected by death The great equalizer Creation stories vary But each tribe-culture-faith has one As a means to coming to understand how…

The Lies We Tell Ourselves — We are the greatest country on earth. Heck, we are one of the best that ever existed. We are the “land of the free, and home of the brave.” Sure, we have our problems, but our people can be counted on to come together in times of crisis. …

I’m A City Boy At Heart — For many Nature is a source of much joy A place to reflect and give thanks A sanctuary Trees are manifestations of Her blessings bestowed on us Flowers with their varied colors illuminate all around them Bring involuntary smiles to all who observe them But I have a confession to make I’m a city boy at heart…

How do words come alive — Letters of the alphabet by themselves are sterile artifacts Devoid of purpose When placed in a certain sequence they become words But not necessarily alive or illuminating Words assembled in creative ways may tell us something Perhaps even help us gain an insight That our mind finds appealing Yet all too often there is no emotion generated…