It Sometimes Happens when a Friend has Died
As long as you read this poem I will be writing it. I am writing it here and now, before your eyes…, —Alden Nowlan, “An Exchange of Gifts” It sometimes ha...
Category: Friendship
Friends
Thy gentleness hath made me great. (Psalm 18:35) There are people in your life (were they brought to you?) who make you feel you were born at the right ti...
How a miss is a kind of hit
Last night walking home from a poetry reading I was inches away from being struck in a crosswalk by a vehicle running a red light at speed. I felt the quick pus...
If I Had A Name Like Wendy Morton
This was written for the occasion of Wendy Morton’s 77th birthday, celebrated last night at Planet Earth Poetry. As was so apparent at last evening’s standing r...