Conforming waves hissing further along cool sand Foaming last words along the beach “Time to go.” Pick up the last shell and take my hand Gone are the scents of coconut lotions Roasted skin and salty sweat licked lips Kissed… Read More ›
Poetry
A Delicate Annoyance
A Delicate Annoyance After I’m gone Don’t grieve for me Or things I didn’t achieve And left undone I wrote words to be like a thread in the air Lyrical Soft Obscure enough To awaken you from sleeping Under a… Read More ›
Boxers,Comics,Poets
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 ›
Natatores
An El Brookman Haiku
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 ›
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 ›
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