Poetic Prose

Father You fade slowly before my eyes, once so strong and vital, now you sleep in your chair, so tired you say,…

Charles (for Hank) You devil you, the darling of the hip crowd, the down and out crowd, the envy of frustrated…

I have an antique candy cane. But it’s still in mint condition.I wrote a book about bankruptcy. It ends…

Through The Tall Grass Hard to believe, these things usually are, and if you've never experienced anything like…

Second Hometown L.A. My second hometown, not born there, just lived there many years. I know the streets, hills,…

The Bloom Of Youth We'll strike out for adventure, we'll wrap ourselves up in destiny.Feel the wind in…

Huckleberry Hound Cufflinks They were Huckleberry Hound cufflinks, one of my favorite cartoon characters. I wore…

My Memory My memory begins with water in my nose. It is the earliest thing I can remember. Lake Champlain in…

Another Time It was another time, long ago and far away, but I still remember the feeling in the air—hope. I was…

Age of Innocence "I am the age of the wind, bent like the top of a coastal pine tree, young as the flowers of…