The country road Continue reading “Jim”
Poems: Tourist
I started my writing life as a sociologist, which for me is akin to being a tourist in one’s own milieu: seeing the familiar and expected with new eyes.
Circus Clown
Big nose pulls me in,
flat feet flap,Continue reading “Circus Clown”
Zipline Past Sixty
I’m flying past familiar terrain,Continue reading “Zipline Past Sixty”
Love Poem for Dubya
I want to embed you, George, Continue reading “Love Poem for Dubya”
Dads in the Dream
“I have done it by hard work and long hours.” Continue reading “Dads in the Dream”