Prayer in the Cupola for Bobby T. When cold still air bites I am happy for that and for other things I can’t see but know are there, Four friends raise glasses to those on both sides of the equation,... Continue Reading →
Old Firs I often eat lunch in Awbrey Park beside four crowded fir trees leaning this way and that, as if not on speaking terms. These trees are tall and weathered with brindled bark and the same wrinkled scowls that... Continue Reading →
Jazz Kahuna * I heard my friend Pa-ool play jazz guitar last night. His hands are a poet with voice eloquent as Lincoln's— in his own way, of course. Watching his fingers move, I move across water with him on... Continue Reading →
Birthday Present I wanted to bring back the best gift from the country for you, just for you. I wanted to. Some sky would be nice, lots of lovely sky with light fleecy clouds. So I rushed through stores and... Continue Reading →
Hard Going I had considerable trouble leaving you. It was car trouble, mostly: I wasn’t really used to the standard, then, and it was hard to find reverse; or hard to find it fast enough anyway. Getting out of town... Continue Reading →
Trash Cans at the Manion House When I was in grammar school I knew it was Wednesday when I looked out the window and saw across the street three trash cans at the curb in front of the Manion house.... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 