Thursday, May 24, 2018


you notice bumps on the way going out;
the same road home is always smoother.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

found rocks

when you're able
display special rocks you find
in a line on a table
so you appreciate finding them

Monday, May 21, 2018

go by

on the porch to see …
in wind light and variable.
sounds like the weatherman
but merely a morning porch looker;
and the train runs by half mile away.

the Q sounds. dah, dah dit dah.
my engineer friend 25 years ago
said no to the Q, just: long, long, short, long.
Yes, it calls the same
as a telegrapher on the plains
as steel wheels sound on the track
on an otherwise quiet morning
rolling, rolling go by

Toast for me
by the baker of the bread
been buttered she said
berry jelly is mine to apply
while there again:
rolling, rolling,
train rolling, go by

Sunday, May 20, 2018

purple on

flashy purple on the Queen, hat and dress
at the wedding of her grandson
on round the world tv,
oh, I noticed; fans don that chosen color
for the Lake Erie Crushers semi-pro baseball team;
here comes now: then identical, how did it happen,
my bright new t-shirt. exacto mundo or what?
didn't fall out of the sky.
i'm talking three same purples.
m chose the t-shirt or it appeared like magic in my clothes drawer.
she didn't help the queen
or the baseball team.
you decide what's coincidence.

throughout time you can rough shod ascertain
what day in our millennium this all came down.
gives me the willeys.

Sunday, April 08, 2018


won't change
'cept i'm older;
jesus criminey
that wraps it up.

dreamt cowboys
redoing their movies,
they were older;
seemed 'bout logical.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

knee deep

a jet trip had me writing in my head,
never scribed a note when good words
began piling around me.
knee deep in my head.
unfortunately the trip to san fran ended without blunting pencil lead.
the good fortune is the trip.

Tuesday, March 06, 2018

be all

nothing doing in the rain,
all is still outside my window
pit pat
except that.
as spring is set.
let's begin again.
temperate times, where are thee?

Thursday, March 01, 2018

search me

The blank box in the upper right is a search box to find other poems by looking for a word, any word. Some are in the poems and some are words that will lead you to another poem. It's fun to try.
This bit of writing is an exercise in communication, me to you, and in writing. I know I should be writing more each day, but I get lost reading because I enjoy that too. I like to put my shoes on ... thought I'd mention that.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

this world we live in

thousands of displaced persons
walk in the rain, in the wind. families carrying
their infants, seeking refuge, peace

dry in my bed last night, on the radio
i heard a young baseball player in Boston
or Baltimore had signed a contract for
150 or 160 million dollars.


Tuesday, February 20, 2018

near spring

unseasonably warm some say
i call this our first spring day.
we waited a winter
not outer but inner,
now we're ready to play.

too much hoping, too soon.
the dreams floating
unsubstantiated and doomed.
tossed in the wind,
we'll try again

Thursday, February 08, 2018

salt road

they put out salt from here to peru,
route 61 to shelby and beyond.
17 degrees, the day before's snow on the road.
drove there, parked, we entered, sat by the window;
looking good, view in and out. joint's hoppin'.
sunny side up and good hash browns
i ordered that.
"for potatoes?" the waitress
looking me in the eye or over my head an out the window
asked "shredded or chunks." wants to speak
her own language ... a real think-about.
made my mind up - shredded;
she went away then it all came back to me: got eggs and all.
ate with gusto, paid and told her
"it's all fine what you have here ... so's the coffee."
she believed me, an eye blink goodbye.
white asphalt, dry and salted
as we rode on home
oh, yeah

On a personal note: At times I have to work poems over for days. Yes, I share them quickly. I want to serve them while they're hot.


winter's day ride

out in the country we pass
a pair of beautiful high stepping dark horses,
brown with lighter beige patches and white slashes,
pulling a clack buggy, silhouetted in bright snow.
a family aboard, my camera not ready ...
i see them come,
with children smiling.
there, hear them laughing
... there they go.
bundled for a winter's day ride.
oh, joy ... and a nice horses


Monday, February 05, 2018

20th century

In the old days when the phone rang it would be a person calling.


Friday, February 02, 2018


Her warm heart. Her smiling.
Today is Grandma's birthday
I never said happy birthday enough to her, my favorite relative.

While born a hundred and many years ago,
I stand earth years older than she.
She'd nod her head and smile at that thought.

Thursday, February 01, 2018

Time is greased
with no place to hang on.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

i am looking out the window waiting.
this is too much.
some steel and winds
not powerful, but steady.

thinking Rome ... home again.
tumbling on the snow drift called winter
cold and rolling,
skies alive.


Thursday, January 04, 2018

geese nap

semi-gray day, a few smears of blue
seen through parting dark clouds in the sky.
heater on, windows up.
road dry, 15 degrees.
pass 25 random spots in a field like dark plastic bags;
look again, one or two are moving. it's geese lying there.
their idea of a good place for a nap
is different from mine.

yes, there is more steel in the winds ...
enough to test you.

taste it cold and ...
in skies alive that have come down around you.

while thinking Rome, at home
in the snow drift called winter

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

in a straight-back, lightly-cushioned chair
in the front room, in the sun,
i can spend the noon hour
thinking of how time has run.


Saturday, December 23, 2017


waitress poured me a coffee
so high in the cup
to make it a challenge to balance a sip.


Tuesday, November 21, 2017

It's written there -
Seven, the year of it … how grand.
from dull white into passing age's smoke,
the breath of shouts, fires, and exhaust.
vapors on weathered alabaster turned the chalky blanched monument
the tone of parched and dirty fog.
worn, pocked,portions missing, others in danger of falling ...
this solemn icon known the world over:
The Colosseum


Saturday, November 18, 2017


A camera man setting up,
sun is bright, the day cool.
an hour to go.
fractions of quiet words in many languages
all wearing 21st century casual,
there are no dresses.
a few flash haircuts, to the scalp on one side.
the parade passes in masses, then thinner
by the start of the hour to begin
into the Borghese


Sunday, November 05, 2017

it is tough

it is tough being a guy
when you get to the age
women are smarter.

Thursday, November 02, 2017

this park

this park at the end of the street
that changes names to get here
where i have a bench in the sun
on such a good afternoon for warmth
in city stillness as can be expected;
a balance of all i appreciate.
there is a statue of a man sitting
hand over his face. years ago i drew this.
nothing has changed but the day, me
and the sun.

Saturday, October 28, 2017

October skies

take some steel and winds
not great, but easy.
color them rolling,
skies alive.

Monday, October 23, 2017

lost power

lost power, didn't take a big hit,
enough to set clocks a blinking
that's it.
oh, and the lights on the stove flashing,
maybe there are other indicators.
time will tell, hah.
for sure the day has been interupted.
a change of plans has occured.
so we put it back together
and see wat else we can find.
surprise flys on wings called disturbance
... anytime ... stay ready

Sunday, October 15, 2017

find the tea that appeals
sip it and wonder

Friday, October 13, 2017

got my

oh, baby doll ...
got my new frames heated,
twisted, they fit snugger ... more snug.
so many words in my heart.

two hours later i am still wearing
my new glasses.
recently toasted,
they not me.

wanna draw for high card?
(i'm thinking about this one.).

Thursday, October 12, 2017

bees wipe their feet
before entering the hive.
scientists will tell you
even they have more to learn.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

do i

always let me help you,
do i ... do i.
words, that word
to say the things that pile all over,
i see, i know.
now i said "things", another non-word
i use as yes as i can, or faster.
the beat text is happening like a rogue wave.
do keep eyes shut when water splashes
just a blink, you see, of course
and off course.
make a melody ... a melody.
hum a melody, go ahead.


Monday, October 09, 2017

nuts are for

nuts are for picking
then doing with
like cooking, baking,
donuts or making of a pie.
so: we pick 'em or the squirrel gets 'em
when the tree leaves nuts.

donuts sounds extreme, i know.


Sunday, October 08, 2017

The games will be played
in the last good weather of the season.
The boys of summer will wrap it up
and our team, after many years without,
shall come out rated number one