Tag Archives: paleo

Evening Poem, May 6, 2018

The sky darkens And the air grows light It’s mid-spring and mid-evening A star here and there in the long heavens And the very last of the birdsongs . The blossoming dogwood Is incandescent in the twilight As if it … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Morning Poem, April 26, 2018

     It doesn’t matter What I do It’s never quite Enough for you.   copyright 2018

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Book Review: Natural Born Heroes

        I think someone once said that the farther we get away from historical events the better we understand them.   World War II is almost beyond living memory now and yet stories keep emerging about till-now … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Morning Poem, March 12, 2018

  This late snow hangs heavy on branches and buds. Last evening we opened the windows And caught the aroma of coming spring. This morning’s white world makes us remember January and clotted roads. By noon all will be gone … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Famous Last Words

  “All the experts are in agreement.”

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Fishing With My Father

  The last time I went fishing with Dad we drove down to Bath County and stayed at Nimrod Hall.  We left after work and it was after seven o’clock when we got there and just twilight.  We were anxious … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Voices 5 (Ballfields)

I am willing to bet that there is not a baseball field in this country that isn’t haunted. Unless the lights are on and kids are playing, I won’t go near one after dark. But I know the ghosts at … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Voices 11 (Fighting James Randall)

I had not been in a good fight for fifty years. Last time was at the YMCA in town.  A guy who fought all over town who I knew I could take.  James Randall.  He talked a big game and … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Voices 9 (Shelton College)

I was the last one to leave the building.   I came back to gather the few books I had left in my classroom – Aristotle, Shakespeare, Blake, McCauley’s History of England – and was stunned to find the doors … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

voices 16

It’s the last day of school.  For the year.  And for me the last day forever.  I’ve been here for forty-five years and only four of those as a student.  I stand here now in the main hallway before the … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment