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 […]
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 […]
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