~ Who else would be awake before five in the morning just so’s to scribble some words on a paper? (Yes, I still use pen/cil and paper.) ~ Another day! Another day given me to litter the world with words. (Probably the best thing ever invented.) ~ And as I sit outside in the […] Continue reading →

~ The route one takes through life could be mapped, if one decided to. ~ A left turn here, a job quit, the girl left behind, the girl married, the child had, the house bought; all options, choices made, and the roads not taken. ~ So here we are, it’s where we are, and this […] Continue reading →

. ~ The traffic’s alive! on I-95, it’s bumper to bumper with traffic. ~ I’m a-cruzin’ along, hearing my songs, when the cop car pulls up like magic. ~ ‘’Pull over Bud,’‘ his siren is saying, so I turn down the sound of the music that’s playing. ~ And I say when he reaches my […] Continue reading →

~   ~ Fort Bliss, Texas, a sullen misnomer way out, deep in the desert; where teenage boys to the men out number in a basic training resort. . This can’t be bliss, there’s something I’ve missed, this cadre of boys, cohorts? Eight weeks, six weeks, ten more or less; hell, I just can’t remember. […] Continue reading →

Thursday Poets Rally Week 57 (December 1-7, 2011)   ~ Once bitten, thence smitten, it is said, but not written, in the Land of Enchantment, New Mexico. . From Tesuque, a Pueblo, to the Mescalero, to the White Sands near Alamogordo, . The Sunshine State – ‘til as of late – is the Land of […] Continue reading →

~ ~ Lines in the spaces mark parking places, defaced by the traces of debris. ~ Oil hits the air and gas fumes all flare in the smell of combustion everywhere. ~ A man with a pot rings a bell as you walk past the people toting things they have bought. ~ Late in November, […] Continue reading →

. . “I don’t know about you, but getting old sucks. I’d give up all retirement to be 30 again.” . So says a friend to me as we sit on his porch puffing cigars. . I guess I’ve accepted getting older better than he, it hasn’t gone to my head yet. I’ve not looked […] Continue reading →

~ Do you think Uncle Walt would be happy today? Do you think he would recognize Manhattan? . Do you think Uncle Walt would have something to say? Do you think? or just do not know? . Of the former and latter, which would be better? The former is better, but in saying the latter […] Continue reading →

~ “A fairy tale. Choose your favorite.’‘ That’s what the lady says. . But I don’t have a favorite. They’re all the same; even their differences are similar. I suppose should I have to, it would be one of the last; but I can’t even tell you it’s name. . I can tell you why […] Continue reading →

~ It’s suddenly Winter! and it comes like a slap; like splashing your face with cold water. . I’m still wearing shorts and a tee shirt, round here. . Geez!  I’m bare! . So that’s how the cold gets started. . So    should one and all don warm clothes to wear, well then, Winter […] Continue reading →

dVerse ~ Poets Pub  Form For All – Beth Winter hosts  Staccato Form.   17th Nov. Thursday. . . . Warm winds blow up fast, northward direction, seeking to show a needed correction. . They know!  They know! Fast winds a blow; headwinds amassed, know where to go. . Cold air a-grates ‘gainst that coming […] Continue reading →

~ I have loved many women, but was it love? and what about sex? ~ Some were simple infatuations; some were sexual attractions. Some were loves, and some were not. ~ And now I’ve come to realize, with age, love is much different from sex. ~ Sex is sex, a physical romp. It’s supposed to […] Continue reading →