A boxer’s most important punch is the jab. It may not end a fight but it sets up everything that does, and will keep your opponent busy and force them to play defense. That momentary stun is opportunity. It takes… Read More ›
Poetry
Natatores
An El Brookman Haiku
Annapolis Shallows
One of my readers wanted me to recite one of my poems. The video was ready for my voice-over, but I ended up finding my voice too shallow, and left it as it is.
Annapolis Shallows
Inside her room where bodies spent On a sweat-stained couch marking days With voices raised and a window where love went. How she wanted iambic pentameter A drinking song to sing upon the Chesapeake. Annapolis has moved on, so has… Read More ›
A Reading of the Poem; “When Love Becomes Still-Life.”
I assure you, this 2:43 seconds will leave you breathless and your heart beating faster. You will know at once what poetry is, what art is, ….You will know, and you will not be able to forget.
Reading of the poem, CHURCH CIRCLE
When I returned to ANNAPOLIS, I parked at a meter near Church Circle to have my dinner and beers at Stan & Joe’s Saloon. I had not seen this 300 year old circle in almost two years and this early… Read More ›
Third Week of Every July
Those times taking the children to the shore Vacationing from work All the buildings in a city And lack of horizons there. Our lives were deep breaths on a strong pier. We held that breath Till the next year…. Read More ›
A Clean, Well-Lit Room and an Elevator To Escape The “Nada.”
In a Hemingway’s short story he showed the way to escape the pain of the “nada.” In order to survive with dignity, to cheat the “nada,” one has to find a place, a pleasant place, “with the light, a certain… Read More ›
Annapolis, Streets Always Crowded
Church Circle, This town’s marquee Ringing bells of 300 hundred years Opens a curtain, Two shows a night Coming and going Ghosts get in free. Going at midnight Aging in my walking Limping red brick to red brick Toward… Read More ›
Grain of Sand
Don’t underestimate your life, Your dreams or your place in history. I know you feel as “just a grain of sand” Among trillions, helpless and caught in just one wave Among trillions crashing onto shores. Life and others will… Read More ›
