Suprise Me

I still own a pair of black Can’t Bust ‘Em dungarees that I wore while working as a timber cutter at the Buckshot mine in Eldora, Colorado. I don’t wear them anymore — I’m a little beyond a 1970 waistline — but the rugged old pants still sport the brass buttons sewn onto the beltline… Read More

He never talked to me about girls or women or sex or marriage... Read More

"If I left her, if I followed my dark muse into the deep sea, there was a good chance that, one way or the other, Holly would die." Read More

I want a poem with legs To walk around this great big world, Striding over and into  Many places, cultures and times And Into the hearthstone of my  Beloved fellow travelers   I want a poem that can pour a cuppa And gently warm pairs of cold hands Offering comforts for  the anxious movements and… Read More

It is fair to ask “why do I write”? I ponder that myself. I thought about this question for some time before beginning to write this particular prompt. I never wrote much before being approached by my childhood friends to be a beta tester for their new baby boomer website MyRetrospect. I wrote when an… Read More

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My journey to meet Madeleine began with a phone call. I was in the midst of cleaning out my late mother’s kitchen, standing in front of her pantry looking at boxes and cans dating back to the 20th century, when my son-in-law reached me on my cell phone. “I guess you know why I’m calling,”… Read More

Was there anyone on the panel who could not give equal weight to the testimony of a police officer? Read More

And then, I realized that a lens had fallen out.  Jeez.  While I was riding on the back of an open truck traveling at 65 miles an hour. Read More

My sister checks in with the woman behind the counter, signing her name and mentioning what she’s there for. It hardly seems necessary to mention this. Everyone who enters this room, unless they are a support person like me, is here for one reason: they have cancer. Read More