I knew I really wasn't supposed to take the car to the beach, but the temptation was too much. Read More

The moaning whine infiltrated my nightmares for years. It became a reminder of a situation we could not ignore. Read More

We poets are at all levels, from awesomely accomplished to beginner. I am somewhere in the middle. Read More

Add a land line phone and a black-and-white TV with a coat hanger for an antenna, and my décor was almost complete. Read More

It seemed like so much fun to me. The real story was much more sobering but also inspiring ... Read More

I kept listening for the tick of the biological clock, but it never ticked. Read More

I am nostalgic for many things but not all.  Here is a quick take on some of the items from the 50s and 60s I don’t miss. Women’s clothing:  Panty girdles, with their tourniquet-like grip on my thighs. I’ll spare folks the details of feminine hygiene products and accessories of the 60s, but suffice it… Read More

The diner's booths were large enough to swallow a child as small as I was. Read More

For the first and only time, I saw humans flying, literally levitating around the room, so graceful that their bare feet never made a sound when they landed. Read More

At first 1979 would not seem to be a year of love and laughter, with its gas lines, stagflation, and odd fashions. But in a subliminal moment, a butterfly might alight, even on dried grass or trash, and its perfect wings might wink at you for an instant before it vanishes. That’s how I feel… Read More