I am not The Owner. I am not The Cook. I am not The Menu. I am just the waiter, serving you all. I am not The Light. I am not The Dark. I am not The Rainbow. I am just the
On litmus tests of patriotism
There was a man I once knew who refused to salute the flag, take the pledge or sing the anthem. He was about 12 years old when the linked photo to the right was taken. Like many of my relatives,
Every Word is Brokenhearted
Every word is brokenhearted, As the style book is in mourning All the crafted prose now yields To random, blithering, noise. Every byline now is grieving, in honor of your passing, And so the words fell down, feeling no one’s
To Lose You, My Friend
For us, you solved the puzzle of life, which you composed as collage: of beauty, of music, of compassion, of laughter, of friendship, of love. The palette of choice was All your gardens, All your songs, All your art, All your Spirit, which
Epiphany. A short movie.
Epiphany is a movie about energy and risk assessment. It was inspired by a simple, personal moment of clarity that I experienced in 1976 while still a student in college. My instant of awareness then served as both portend
With the former and of the latter
Unexpected to my life came our time where numbers in the canon of love of the people I knew far surpassed those of the people I know. Beyond the grace of melancholy, I am still possessed by my personal union with the former
Transitions of a Memory
“The day that any one of you can touch any one of my family is over. The next time you try to injure one of us, this what is has now changed. I have grown up, I am no longer
Prologue
At the end of the industrial age, I stood between a chair and my office window , gazing at the Christmas shoppers fourteen stories below. I had just been asked a fairly technical question by my boss and mentor and
Walk with Dogs to Trillium Grove
The one-eye Collie and the Manic Bird Dog, too, too excited passing Pasture Gate. Still cluttered with last year’s milkweeds. Too, too many box elders are taking root. Broken Dormer on the old well in the weeds, threatening, as remembered, to take
A Game of Briscola
You are always in the game, wherever I’ve played it. Forty cards in the deck, With a nickel always at risk, And your special “Oomph!” And swish of the wrist, Sending the taking three or ace to the table…are always,
The Alpha Diamond of Corona
When I found you your star, Alphecca to the Arabs, but Gemma, always from then to you and me, The Alpha Diamond of Corona, shining in the Crown of the North on those summer evenings. The back patio. To smell
Still My hero
Not the final days, We’ll Talk About That Later, As I approach that age. But there was a time, yes, before mine, Where by your stories, You proved the world existed, long before I had my consciences. And it could