Dead Man’s Shoes
A poem about shoes. Or regrets. You decide.
Workhorse Woodies
No one cared about old woodies. You threw them away and got another one. Who would believe that they would go for $90,000 in years to come? Not I, that’s for sure.
Singer not the Song (Ice Age Of The Heart)
Lyrics are not complete as poetry. They are created with an additional element, and you just can’t take that away- it’s like printing a poem without any vowels. The music is integral to the form- most of the time. And, yes, there are poets …
The art of making an ass of myself
One sunny spring day, at the tender age of 25 I was out and about in my favorite place in the world, Stockholm the capital of Sweden. I was walking the streets, not really looking for anything when I happened upon a small thriftstore …
Fireflies
My daughter was a stay-awake baby. Sometimes, to shorten the process, we would load her in the car and drive out into the lyrical Pennsylvania countryside, watching the colors of night gather in the sky, the green trees enrich their hues as night fell. …