Tag Archives: primal

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

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Coldwater Morning

The crimson birds flit From stem to branch In the bright, brittle morning. Across the gentle slope behind A fine sheet of frost Glows faint like a ghost Disappearing into mist In the rays of the silent sun. . Who … Continue reading

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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

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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

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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

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Will Stump (Voices)

I remember Will Stump.  He never played varsity ball, but you would always see him around town, playing on the outdoor courts.  We had courts everywhere back then and there were games all the time.  People in town knew who … Continue reading

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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

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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

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voices 19

      I got the job driving that train in 1917.   There wasn’t many men around then with the war going on and all.  I was sixteen and lied about my age and the man at the station … Continue reading

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voices 23

In late August, after school was already back in session, I continued to mow the lawns on Adams Street. The rest of the summer crew was gone; all back to their colleges or football practice, so I had the whole … Continue reading

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