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post #2 May 2, 2016

It had been a long drive and he had done it with only a few breaks: one for gasoline and another at a rest stop but he had driven now for three hours straight without budging from underneath the wheel, … Continue reading

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poem #2 March 29, 2016

.   The man who stood outside of time Couldn’t think of words that rhyme Could not feel the beat or pitch Could not sing along with Mitch . But he knew where he had been Going there and back … Continue reading

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mid-day poem, march 29, 2016

,   In April the hillside spring is still covered with last autumn’s leaf fall And marked only where the brown forest blanket is blackened With the soak and seep. . Who would brush away this covering And kneel and … Continue reading

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Afternoon Poem, March 18, 2016

‘ Giving thought to words Giving words to thought . The old coach spent hours Thinking of words The right words That would reveal to us Just how to move our hands How to move our feet . Even this … Continue reading

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mid-morning poem, march 15, 2016

. Why some half century away from it now Do I remember this morning the fragment of some old song Obscure, even then? I recall one verse And a line from another And forget what came next. I type a … Continue reading

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morning poem March 15, 2016

.     What I remember is the good things How strong we were, how fast How we could never imagine being used up Or finally losing Or being too tired to go.   How bold we were, how foolishly … Continue reading

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morning poem, march 1, 2016

The red brick houses in the silver morning With frost on every roof The half-moon still in the sky, powder blue And all the trees are silver, too. Who can remember the speech of this wind That blows cool, fresh … Continue reading

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Don’t Forget

At one o’clock this afternoon, I’ll be a guest on “FrankieSense and More,” an internet-radio talk show hosted by Frankie Picasso. She’ll be interviewing me about my latest novel, Overtime: A Basketball Parable. Angel Sessions, a new R&B/Gospel singer will … Continue reading

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morning poem, february 24, 2016

    Winter sunshine is bright and pure But unfeeling and unfelt This morning’s sun was the first of Spring It warmed the earth and raised the aroma Of the thawing grass It lit up the stark branches of the … Continue reading

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morning poem, february 18, 2016

  How to Write A Poem Open your hands And lift them high into the air Breathe in, breathe out. Listen What flashes across consciousness? Grab it now, before it fades Write it down, don’t be afraid. A fragment here, … Continue reading

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