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 ›
Poetry
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 ›
OUTSIDE BAR
OUTSIDE BAR Humid night in June Under an ascending crescent moon. Fingers twisting her matted hair behind one ear Pulling it all to one side Leaving a shoulder bare. Her beauty is crescent And I, drinking my beer… Read More ›
The Last Thing To Go
Where kisses go that’s been kissed, All kisses ever kissed? A list of things pressed to my lips, Foreheads, cheeks, inner thighs, Bourbon or the sweeter sister rye. There must be an immortal trace Of kissing, Like judgement for my… Read More ›
Don’t Wish Me Happy Birthday Without Reading Lines or Snorting Some.
Instead of birthday wishes, consider some lines from my poems which are worthy of a read, and with my ego, a head bow from John Keats or tip of the hat from William Butler Yeats. For most of you who… Read More ›
When Love Becomes Still-Life
painting by Seana Monaghan Gallagher When Love Becomes Still-Life Nothing is louder than a heart unforgiven, Screaming in the afternoon Among an oil colored room of flowers and drapes While loneliness distills sunlight into a white paste. Without… Read More ›
Poet Laureate of Maryland Resigns; Can’t Find Word That Rhymes With “Rain”
Republican Larry Hogan won because of the unfriendly business conditions, lack of jobs and the heavy taxation in what had become a one-party controlled Maryland. Resignations are already being signed and placed in a box on his yet to… Read More ›
Church Circle
Traffic lights absolving pedestrians’ haste Genuflecting off curbs Against the red and green commands. Doing penance for their pace Unaware of a descending October evening Darkening red bricks Littered with damp leaves Causing tires and feet to slip. Workdays… Read More ›
When Love Taste Like Paste
When love taste like paste, Glue that once held us together Is absent a forgiving flavor Or embrace of sweet or sour. “I love you;” Texted apart during a light rain Outside my window where children Just sat drawing on… Read More ›
