On Halloween Eve, while Rick littered his front lawn with mock foam tombstones, his former neighbor Chuck stopped to visit. They shook hands. Chuck was close to 50, his once brown hair now peppered with gray. Rick hadn’t seen him in years. “What’s up, man?”
Continue reading Noah and the Carpenter
PAVEMENT PARCHED WITH BLISTERING HEAT
BURNING BENEATH THE SOLES OF MY FEET – TOO HURTFUL NOT TO WEAR
Continue reading Summer Rain
n our town, legend has it, we are sometimes visited by goblins and fairies not always friendly and tame.
Continue reading Three Fairy Tales
My best writing? Right about now. Unless it was earlier.
Continue reading Write Right Away
*Originally written for Pawling Public Radio’s “America the Beautiful” poetry presentation
I lay on the land, grass tickling bare toes.
Descendants of descendants of descendants of the first ants to explore the soil
Continue reading Her Land
We come speaking tongues
Spanglish editions of handwritten love songs
Scribbled fiercely and flung
Continue reading God Is Lovely
Lady takes a cursory look around the room; even without direct eye contact she can see the wrinkled faces and craning necks over the high back chairs, stretching toward her… She smiles apprehensively and backs away. She had no intention of making a spectacle of herself. She doesn’t know where that came from. But it did. She was compelled. It must have been the Muzak and the waiting. Continue reading For Lack of a Hat Part II
My wife looked out upon a single fawn
that gnawed, unaware, at the hedge
beside the rock garden on this first day
Continue reading Winter Solstice
The Lake Writers Third Annual Group Reading Held on November 11, 2016
IT ALWAYS AMAZES ME HOW THE COLD, IRON GATES OF WOODLAWN CEMETERY BECKONS Continue reading Woodlawn