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 ›
poetry
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.
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 ›
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 ›
DANGEROUS PALEFACE
Bob Hope did a movie entitled “Son of Paleface,” about a northern city-slicker, graduate of Harvard, who went out west for the first time and entered a tough, western town on a miniature donkey. There is an establishment… Read More ›
Bah Humbug, This is Just A Nice, Comfortable Read, Thanks To Severn Savings Bank of Annapolis
There are several sponsors for this article. As some of you know, in the early days of radio and television, the show’s personality would sell products without going to commercial break. I started doing this recently in my articles, some… 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 ›
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 ›
