To do this, You need silence. A peaceful place to think. Only through silence Your words bubble to the surface. Deep attention to the craft With the assistance of silence And you've got the makings Of a masterpiece. ◊
I met him in a Rite Aid parking lot in Durango, Colorado. He was wearing a purple shirt with the small insignia of “Kansas State” in the middle of the chest right below the buttons. He had a round, white wrinkled face and a balding blonde head. He hunted bullfrogs for fun. His name was … Continue reading Kenny
What of those things that move me? Like the defiant panache of Hamilton A precocious intellect, no doubt Brought back to life by that fastidious historian And that fearsomely fantastic composer What of those things that move me? Like direct orders from Anis Mojgani To shake the dust and Rock the fuck out What of … Continue reading What of those things that move me?
Weddings—my ONLY sibling, my big sister, got married this month! Goats might have made an appearance, now I have a brother, my sister looked F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S, and the unconditional love was felt in everyone's hearts!!! A Star is Born. No words, just me alternating between grinning like an idiot and crying like a baby sitting in … Continue reading October 2018 Favorites
The Flying Busman keeps his poems on the small elevated landing at the front of the bus. Two of them are folded into paper airplanes. A woman sitting next to me engages him in conversation. Something about a writing group that meets at a Wegman's in Camillus every Thursday night. She's holding a big box. … Continue reading The Flying Busman
Alexander Hamilton By Ron Chernow 832 pages, Penguin Books, New York, 2005 The sacred rights of mankind are not to be rummaged for among old parchments or musty records. They are written, as with a sunbeam, in the whole volume of human nature by the hand of the divinity itself and can never be erased … Continue reading Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story