Fresh From the Vine My father stood on his hands to dive off the diving board, all six foot four inches of him suspended in air, curling his fingers around the hard edge of the gritty grey board, and dove off. He never missed but one of the last times I saw him do this when I was 10 or 11, his ring cut into his finger from the weight of him standing on his hands. Down he dove with a sliced finger and his ring had to be cut off and he needed stitches. … [Read more...]
Tumble for me
I'm on Tumblr and just posted a new poem with pics. If you have time, check it: http://weighedwords.tumblr.com/ And if you like what you see and you're on Tumblr, follow me. Peace, love, and solace … [Read more...]
Still growing solace
Solace in So Many Words is two years old, and I am trying to build some new interest in the book. After all we know that its subject matter is timely so the collection is still relevant. When I read about soldiers returning home from Afghanistan, I think of Dave Lachance's "Nagasaki Shadows.' Whenever I hear about Texas I think of Buck Odom and wonder how he's doing ever since I read J. Scott's Smith's compelling "Heartbeat," which renders Buck so well that I think of him … [Read more...]
Glimpse of Solace: Memorial Day
Bleeding Heart Amid the rubble of demolition, where nothing else has survived, a bleeding heart grows, red blood dripping from delicate arcs. from Constance Vogel Adamkiewicz's poem "Bleeding Heart" in Solace in So Many Words Here's to remembering and honoring those that came before us . . . … [Read more...]
Pix from Vegas
Tragedy is in the news and we're all hoping Oklahoma is okay once again. Here's a distraction for you: my photographs from Vegas. I didn't take many photographs because the tables beckoned but here are some. … [Read more...]
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