07/27/2016 - 3:26pm
Obituary is too bleak a word to end     the life and story of my friend: Whatever the judgment of the world,     however quickly this print fades, He was my friend, and I loved him,     and, as long as I am, he too will be. >>more
06/17/2016 - 1:55pm
I come to you like summer    and for the same reason that summer comes. I prance before you, for you—    make a spectacle of myself— Embarrassed,    but driven to be the one that knocks you up. Every-man, I guess…    but I’m the one that’s here. Freud and Skinner and Mead    have told us why, But this is not the time    for why: I’m busy making a fool of myself    for you. Join me in... >>more
06/13/2016 - 3:18pm
Our world is slow to appreciate     the beauty in wild flowers— Gardeners often root them out     suspicious of their powers; So as they grow, they learn to hide     from gardeners like me— To stay outside the garden gate     (as frightening as that can be) And there they stay, accepting fate—     living as though lost— But life itself soon draws them out     regardless of the cost... >>more
05/13/2016 - 3:57pm
Soon, I'll be leaving you, old house,     but I'll come back, as spirits do, To listen to new, joy-filled voices     wafting in these rooms and through. You knew me, then, they'll know me when     my smiling ghost confronts them there And in your halls and on your stair…     contentment here is what we'll share. I'll always haunt your space, old house—     relaxed, serene, with loving... >>more
02/10/2016 - 3:24pm
I’ll be there when the time comes,     when time no longer is your friend: When time starts spinning your thoughts     and piling up behind your eyes; When time turns back for you to see     and rings old secrets in your ears; When moments that have dashed ahead,     as time for you to chase and catch, Suddenly stop and stand quite still     in splendid, cadenced array For you to probe them—one by one... >>more
01/06/2016 - 4:49pm
As I begin to fall away from time,   the sharp crack of a whip Draws my eyes to the sky, where   a fast moving chariot has appeared Charging down a cloud bank,   driven by fierce beauty in armor, Furiously urging two straining stallions,   racing to catch me as I fall Into that whirlpool of siren sighs   and clutching darkness That draws me away from life   and toward that refuge I’ve always hoped was there:   where fantasy is the only truth,... >>more
12/16/2015 - 1:21pm
Last month The Nose revealed a cunning plan to revive the fortunes of the ethically challenged giants of political hanky-panky, Michael “Piece of a Piece” Brown and Harry “The Golfer” Thomas. After prosecutors removed Brown and Thomas, voters elected earnest practitioners of campaign ethics such as Charles “Mr. Rogers” Allen, David “I Did Inhale” Grosso, Kenyan “Mr. Clean” McDuffie, Brianne “Whole Foods” Nadeau and Elissa... >>more
12/09/2015 - 12:52pm
In his last year my father seemed to fade right into autumn When the dying leaves began to call attention to threatened life, and the squirrels and birds Rushed to lay on fat against the bitter chill of winter’s final harvest. And through those cooling nights, the old man, seeking comfort where he could, Drew about himself his most intimate things: an old frayed coat, His own few lines of verse and his favorite ghosts. He knew his body was failing so he prayed for a soul— Or... >>more
12/09/2015 - 12:12pm
I sat next to her as audience members departed for the arts healing sessions during “The Gift,” a program presented by myself and Esther Productions, Inc., a nonprofit organization serving girls and women. She was reluctant to join a group, confessing a heavy heart. A day earlier, her cousin’sboyfriend had been killed; they were a close group. The 21 year-old, single-mother--call her Brenda--began crying.  I put my arm around her. She sang a funeral dirge: She... >>more