This is a sister review to my review of Max Perkins Editor of Genius by A. Scott Berg. When that book was finished I had a list of about five books I wanted to read, and the first one that I managed to get at the library was You Can’t Go Home Again by Thomas […]
Tag Archives: Poetry
Time Travel, Letters, and a Poem
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 […]
A poem, perhaps a dirge, for our times.
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 […]
Time
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 […]
A Picture & Two Poems
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 […]
Memory Lane
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 […]
Things I Carry Into the World & One More Poem
I wanted to share a link with you and decided to tack on another poem. The poem is about global warming and was written on 12 Auguest 2012 during a pretty hot summer. First the video. I used this video today in class. It shows how the angst, wonder, and energy of youth can turn […]
Two Poems: Sleep & After the Flood
What is reality? In some ways sleep is just another form of reality, and consciousness and unconsciousness commingle. It gets slippery and we loose our way. Trumpism is an example of what can indeed happen here. How surreal is it to see a Donald Trump sitting in the Oval Office? When reality shifts, after the […]
The Last Poem
This is the excerpt for your very first post.
