Home. With me.

The old, old house stands brooding, silent, empty, shuttered. Peeling paint, peeling memories, peeling years, decaying. Squeaking gate unhinged, cracked stone steps, black holes gape between them, Give way to wild rose and dandelions, crabgrass, spurge and apples. Skinned shins on broken porch boards; cobwebs make me shrink. Ancient knocker of green-tinged brass, dolphins dancing on their tails. Quiet the knocker, there’s no one home, … Continue reading Home. With me.

Proofread, Proofread, Poofread

Proofreading your work is the most important action you can perform before pressing the publish button. An error-free post sends an unconscious signal to the reader that you care about your writing. I can’t count the times I have found a beautiful post, especially a poem, ruined over a misspelled  word, an incomplete phrase, or another grammatical error. The flow is brought up short and … Continue reading Proofread, Proofread, Poofread

Writing Music, or, Music to Write By

I don’t often listen to music while I write. I find it distracting. It isn’t that I don’t like music, indeed, I love music and have rather eclectic tastes. I enjoy most genres. My music of choice while writing though, is silence. Silence has its own sound. The sound of the story taking shape in my mind. When I write and enter “the zone,” I … Continue reading Writing Music, or, Music to Write By

November Evening in Dublin

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? Dry leaves of sycamores have Fallen to the navvies’ excavations. Evening, cold, is rolled across The city’s winter-glow gloom. Unlit Christmas, manhandled Into place, hangs sullenly, waiting For the sparked, switch-flick That turns it on to life. Cyclists, in their righteous Superiority, glance over fearful Shoulders at dark behemoth buses That push and press… Continue reading November Evening in Dublin

Ode to Orion (or Mechanic’s Lament)

Great metal Goddess, mined from deepest earth, Forged in blazing flame, molded, beaten, formed at birth; Measured, cut, and riveted, assembled frame by frame, The beauty of this graceful beast, too marvelous to tame; Glorious vision, Orion, strong upon Her legs, Pins of solid steel, shining sliding shock absorbing pistons beg Disbelief that such a being could be wrought by hand of man; Her might … Continue reading Ode to Orion (or Mechanic’s Lament)

He Gazed Upon The Sweetest Rose

He gazed upon the sweetest rose; Sensuous flower’s form and feature Arousing finger, eye, and nose; Concupiscent, God’s mortal creature. He breathed o’er bed of planted seed; Halo’d the mound of petaled glory Caressed in skin of purest thread; Morning’s dew tells nighttime’s story. I cherished heartbeat’s fertile bloom; Nourished within earth’s warmest soil, Blushing bride from gift of groom; Parturient glow love’s beauty royal. … Continue reading He Gazed Upon The Sweetest Rose

The Frog and the Granite Shore

I walked through a wood one summer’s day, Afternoon light dappled a forest glade; Lily pad in green-black pond and on it lay A frog whose languid croak appeared to say, As he scratched white belly in sun’s warm ray, I shall not move on this summer’s day. I stopped to ponder my neighbor in green, Who, eyes near closed in dreamlike sheen, Lay ankles … Continue reading The Frog and the Granite Shore

The Melody Of Your Soul

I read music in your eyes, Delicate chorale filled your voice, The melody of your soul, Breathed hymn into my life; Each movement measured note by note, Dancing fingers played across my keys, ‘Twas not a symphony filled the silence, But a quartet caressing strings; Hosannas rose into the night, Angelic host proclaimed, Cantata filled my ears, Notes kissed me in refrain; No interval could … Continue reading The Melody Of Your Soul

In The Warm Embrace Of A Pouring Rain.

Dark and black, the sky Opened as we walked, Thunder and lightning, We held hands, and Looked for shelter As we ran, We laughed, and Your smile showed the way In the pouring rain. Your laughter, thrilled Me with its song; a Shake of your head sent Wet notes of happiness Arcing, from your long Black hair rainbows of Joy splashed me, and I said, … Continue reading In The Warm Embrace Of A Pouring Rain.

Lives, Like Vines

Flying across this land, greeting the coming dawn, Far below a network of highways, Homes, rivers and byways, Cars, trucks, and trains rolling on and on. People down there moving about, specks like ants fretting, Purpose in each, What? Out of reach, Lives, like vines, strands sprouting and spreading. I think of my own people, homes left behind, Covered wagons filled, Treasures of life’s yield, The … Continue reading Lives, Like Vines