This week I found three brown plastic file boxes. Inside my garage, and unopened for years. A literal treasure chest of stuff. Much of which I had forgotten about, or thought I had lost. I found my press pass from when Ronald Reagan came to town, Kodachrome slides, my discharge certificates from the Army and […]
The Children of Hegel Whoa… I need to catch my breath as I look out the window of an ancient childhood take inventory of the moment ponder the question: what is this world we have become? as we wound our way through the serpentine flow of history which started as a clear stream, with direction […]
Funny thing about time isn’t it? We enter time from eternity and then return to the infinite when we are done here. In time are all born, and we all die. Also, here in Missouri the Indian people lived before the time when white men came and drove them out. I knew I was Native […]
Poetry, at least in large part, is about the sound. Years ago I started a poem that consisted of words that just felt good when you said them. They are also words which are a bit dusty from lack of use. That is the first poem. The second poem is about the semi innocence of […]
Memories are windows to the past but sometimes the view is out of focus, and you are not sure what you are looking at. Here are two poems from adolescence. A sometimes painful, but ALWAYS interesting time. A History Lesson my grandfather always had a storage building someplace which he filled with all kind of […]
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