There we were dancingupstairs by the window wall Nicole and Casie and I, maybe when they were four and five, maybe to Dylan’s Hey Mr. Tambourine Man.
Read MoreMore than fortyyears has slipped away from the sounds long de- parted as I drove aimlessly home.
Read MorePerhaps it wasthe old Sand Dunes Tavern, the uniqueness of living in so unconventional
Read MoreSue told me.I laughed and said I’d write a poem about the idea.
Read MoreToday at The Aquarium of the Pacific I saw achild’s face with the look of perceptive age, of worry beyond her years as if she understood war, and life expectancy, and defeat.
Read MoreWe sat in my daughter’s comfortablehome and talked of what made me a pacifist, my non-combatant military experience and the lieutenant colonel
Read MoreI am next to the palm tree justbefore the slope down to Silver Street before it was uprooted, before the middle
Read MoreWhen I was drafted out of college, andAmericans were dying at a fierce rate in Korea, and Truman’s War put the President in political hot water, and my father had
Read MoreDown from college, theyoung man sorts through the closet filled with past treasures, willingly shedding grade school mementos, small
Read MoreThe upended dresser, its drawerssplayed like the legs of a shot giraffe, lay for weeks spewing their contents, a symbol of her life's slipped-away order.
Read MoreThe new church is still only a shiny, steelskeleton standing beside the revival-meeting tent for the throngs of Easter faithful, gathering to celebrate the resurrection.
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