Category Archives: Poetry

The Apple (For Bev) Souls, like apple seeds, have populated the Earth since time immemorial and have brought with them the possibility of that fruit’s sweet harvest. Through seasons and stages, they have taken their individual paths, lifetimes—whether long or … Continue reading →

DECISION DAY 2020 America, America, whither goest thou? Can you not see you have lost your way? Do you remember the dream the City upon the Hill the potential to be a great light a beacon for the world? Where … Continue reading →

KISSING FOREVER She was perfectly familiar and a perfect stranger. They were comfortably, wonderfully, blissfully entangled kissing long, slow kisses gentle as their breathing. He was those lips the moisture of those delicious kisses. In the morning when he awoke … Continue reading →

JOURNEY INTO FIRE I hope when the Angel of Death comes calling I will speak to her like a trusting and intelligent child and tell her I am ready to be stripped of everything except of what inside I am … Continue reading →

TWO BROTHERS GO BOWLING You remind me of things I have forgotten, of things that made a bigger impression on you than me. Like the time you were eight and I was ten when we were downtown at the bowling … Continue reading →

YOUR LAST VISIT You did not tell us you were sick. We were walking. You fell behind. It was nothing, you said. But I noticed. I saw. But I also listened to you as your dismissive hand waved away my … Continue reading →

HOME MOVIE There is so much that we do not see, as though we are walking on water unaware. We sit here now and watch the flickering film of us then. Our bodies flow through time like water down a … Continue reading →

AIRBORNE Ten years old arms outstretched flying high swooping low over green fields rocketing along in the sunshine doing rolls. Watch out birds here I come. But high-skying boys and birds are not all that flies. So, when my time … Continue reading →

ETTY HILLESUM AND THE GREAT PROTECTIVE HAND We are held during each of the moments of our lives. It is important to know this being held. It is important to accept this acceptance. Etty Hillesum, who died at Auschwitz on … Continue reading →