Four Dead In Ohio

Forty seven years ago today, on a spring day in eastern Ohio, the Sixties came to an end. On the campus of Kent State…

You Know You Are An Old Man When…

Strangers, clearly over fifty, call you Sir.
Sex is still lovely, but a lovely memory.
The knees…

How To Be A Poet by Wendell Berry

HOW TO BE A POET
(to remind myself)

Young Girl Blues

A cautionary tale for my niece.

Another Newsfeed Lament…

Let me get my biases out there for all to see.

Forgive This Proud Parental Intrusion

Please forgive this moment of parental pride. It is that, but in a way, this little story…

Fear Of Falling

One bright, shiny day in the spring of 1972, I was in a helicopter 4,000 feet above the former Republic of Vietnam. Four thousand…

R&R

I started back up on Medium in January. It has been a good experience. I have published hundreds of poems and just reached 3,000 followers today.

Three Old Friends

momento mori

Age is a beach where
things wash up, wash away,
and wash up again.