Tag: poem

Leaning Into Me

Fifteen months ago, I started seeing a therapist. I remember at Hutchmoot, in one of those first years, a musician/artist talked about his therapist and then said, “Everyone needs a therapist.” There was a smattering of laughter, so he said, “I really mean it.… Continue Reading “Leaning Into Me”


In the un- ravel- ing perhaps a (truer) story is told that may (or may not) include roses and warmth essentials remain untouched we die are reborn pulled apart re-knit by the sharp beak and pointy talons of a wee bird Do I blame… Continue Reading “Unraveling”

apologies to e e cummings

i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the brownly roasting spirit of turkey and a scarlet celebration of cranberries; and for everything which is edible which is edifying which is yum (we who are scattered gather today, and this is thanksgiving;… Continue Reading “apologies to e e cummings”

Thoughts on Education

Short answer: I’m for it. Slightly longer answer: Education thinking solving proving discovery too much social interaction – recovery writing rewriting citing recite reading researching finding delight learning questioning seeking knowledge elementary middle high school college Except not everyone needs to go to college.

What’s in the Bag?

What’s in the bag beside my chair? I’ll tell you what I keep in there — Three books Five journals Two mechanical pencils Four loose pens — two black, two blue A set of six black graphic liner pens Another set of three in… Continue Reading “What’s in the Bag?”


Fears I don’t have: spiders the dark idle threats Fears that I do: failure not trying regrets I made the collage at the top for last year’s A-to-Z Challenge. The background is from Ezra Jack Keats’ Over in the Meadow. The child is from… Continue Reading “Fears”


One thin bent line on a grassy green page Evidence of a golfer’s rage

O is for Old

A Poem for Interns and Residents To you, he is an old man With hoary head and feeble mind But look beneath the surface — It may surprise you what you find To you, he’s one who stutters And struggles to find words He… Continue Reading “O is for Old”

Today Is Good

I’d rather be right where I am today Yes, I would Yes, I would Today is good I’d rather keep in step with time than stay Yes, I would As I should Today is good Sometimes my heart begins to stray To other times,… Continue Reading “Today Is Good”

My Baseball Hero

I live in a baseball town, and yesterday (I think) they announced the 2018 inductees into the Baseball Hall of Fame. As part of a Christmas gift, I wrote the following poem about my favorite baseball moment ever. It’s a true story. The outlook… Continue Reading “My Baseball Hero”