John Q. Person, have you considered what it means to be a man, since the time someone told you you were one? Have you just been placing one foot after the other, but without a genuine plan, son? I can tell you a man isn’t passive. He refuses to trust to luck. He knows the […]
As a child it amazed me that people could write things almost as incredible as the stuff in my mind. Do you mean you can write those things down, and people will read them, adding their own sounds? It’s hard to find words to describe how much words mean to me. It’s like living in […]
Parents of teens with countercurrent emotional pain find their hair in retreat and their nerves inflamed while their own crepuscular philosophies dash for life boats and preservers. Ed. note… “Dictionary Roulette” entrees take three randomly chosen words from the dictionary to be used as key ingredients for a poem.
Summer Saturdays of my childhood smelled like fresh mowed hay and forts of wood, or cardboard, or blankets being blown in the wind. Oh, to get those days back again. To my mind on a sunny Saturday morning they return now and then.
When I was a boy the waft of suntan lotion would send summer simmering through the air. With school out for the season, out too were all the cares of deadlines and tests and scores and pass and fail and all the rest, and the only certainty certain was every day that passed of summer […]
the virtue of patience if the truth is told comes more easily as one grows old(er) as hair grows gray and eyes distant chairs more attractive hills resistant wisdom dictates a more clever path than the one trod before when I was a lad
Going to the store? Yes, I’ll go. Sure, I’ll go. Please, can I go too? Anywhere you go, is where I want to be. I want to go with you. Lift me up onto your shoulders. I’m taller than everyone. Give me your rough hands to use for reigns; we’ll ride off toward the sun. […]