Stories worth reading
The rust-colored bridge—Thaddeus something—looms ahead.. The sign next to it: Mohawk River—Erie Canal. After two-and-a-half hours driving north, we enter the heart of the capital region, just south of the Adirondacks. I’m so excited...
Poem About Love You call it writers block, I say I’m empty inside. Arguments over cold coffee And burning but not smokeable Cigaretter butts. Social contracts obligate me To tell you not to...
A cool breeze rustles the topmost leaves in the backyard. It spreads the white and gray cumulus clouds that enshroud the sky in a mass of growing darkness. It feels so much cooler than...
Poem I want to feel Close to existence Outside me, outside cities And suburbs and streets, Outside humanity, Something closer to the movement of the light, The sun moving across the sky, The sight...
Poem I found a clay hut while the desert stormed. Inside a monk sat on the packed ground Indian style, chanting the blues of the Ancients; centered soliloquist, unaware I laid prostrate before him....
Poem Each day I wake I wake with good intent Each day I wake I seek simple goodness Each day I live I live in a crazy swirl Each day given away I live...
To touch, I am reaching out my hand, this wild, eternal dance to understand. My head is being enchanted, fascinated and my eyes gently, slowly are fading. Sitting on the sands within the softness,...
