Sunset over the Stadium A summer night without baseball A giant sleeping, until…
Stopping At My Child’s Door Open the bedroom door and look in Through the darkness, at you, sleeping So small, so silent The gentle rise and fall of your breath the only movement. It is not yet late, but I am too late. Too late to see you awake. Too late to hold you tight… Read More Poem of the Day 7/3/19 – Stopping At My Child’s Door
Along the river bank, crumbling, cracked parking lots rebel green breaks through
Listening to Thomas Morgan on A Summer Walk The bass walks, And so do I. My footsteps heavy thumps along the pavement- Bum-Bum-ba-da-Bum, Ba bum… And on through the quiet streets, perpetual motion, the pulsing string against the wood shoe leather on the street And where am going? Where does that bass line drive to?… Read More Poem of the Day 6/24/19
On June 20, 1969, The Grateful Dead released their third studio album, the palindromic and nearly unpronounceable Aoxomoxoa. In celebration, a 50th Anniversary version of the album has been released featuring both the original 1969 mix and the 1971 remastered version along with a selection of live recordings from the Avalon Ballroom performances from January… Read More The Grateful Dead’s Aoxomoxoa turns 50
Morning, shrouded in mist, the starter turns over, a rumble tires on a wet road
Where do we find magic? In Incantation and incense? In the vaulted ceilings of decaying cathedrals? Or does it hide in the quiet corners? Beneath the wings of butterflies, Between a tear drop and an eye, at the wrinkles that make parentheses around your smile?