- Cheshire County, New Hampshire, United States
- June 02
- On the infrequent occasions when I have been called upon in a formal place to play the bongo drums, the introducer never seems to find it necessary to mention that I also do theoretical physics.
MY RECENT POSTS
September 02, 2014 11:20PM
- Student Loans and Beer
June 11, 2014 12:28PM
August 02, 2013 01:58AM
- John Day, Superhero
April 03, 2013 11:47AM
- Breaking News: Nemo Hits New
February 08, 2013 02:56PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I wonder how we would
have treated our friendships
known at that time
June 13, 2014 09:49PM
- “Thanks, iconesis. You're
right. We all know about the
Summer. It's time
June 12, 2014 09:11AM
- “Beer, beaches and bad
cars are the triumvirate of
June 11, 2014 10:27PM
- “It must have let you,
daisyjane because my ratings
doubled! Hope you
June 11, 2014 09:30PM
- “Denny's at 3 AM is one
of my favorite places and
I have to drive
February 20, 2014 04:08PM
- MY LINKS
Gestation, the preparation, the anticipatory dance
Before the dance.
The overwhelming sense that something wonderful
Becomes a part of each of us by taking
A bit from her and her and her
Combining them in a sacred… Read full post »
I couldn’t stand to be there any longer. I had to escape. I discovered that my best friend felt the same way.
“Look, Humarock is close and there’s a special at Julio’s so beers are cheap. Let’s go to the beach, wander around and see what happens,&r… Read full post »
Life so luscious
Tendril fingers splayed and filled with
Sap blood bone fiber
Roots like toes clutching deep dark soil
Embracing the glowing pinkish purple
Of a sunset’s embers
Tinged with tears
And radiating gradually
To the… Read full post »
Taxicabs are mutable things. They start out life in the paint shop with a newly shining skin of brilliant yellow. Bright, easy to see, sunshiny brilliance broken only by the checkerboard detail applied to the meridian of the vehicle, they roll out of the garage every new shift like happy childr… Read full post »
The leading edge of Nemo was to have started dropping snow on our part of New Hampshire by early afternoon. As far as I could tell, by 10:30 when I went out to hang an additional feeder of sunflower seeds for the wild birds, the snow had started.
As of… Read full post »
She is alone in freezing air
Her finery abandoned
The clouds in mystery appear
To swim with her
Surrounding her leaves
With icy indifference.
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Keene, New Hampshire's Pumpkin Festival is just memories now. Thanksgiving is only days away. Pumpkin still is one of the great flavors of harvest time. This cheesecake is creamy and delicious with spicy cinnamon and ginger bringing out the earthiness of the pumpkin. The crust is… Read full post »
Here's a song for today. My husband and I have already voted. In fact, we took other folks to the polls. One of them was a young woman who had never voted. We made sure she registered and that she was able to wield the power each of us has in… Read full post »
The sleeping giant awakens
To a dawn of bloodred light
Cold realization in the shape
Of season-changing wind
Pushes through years of rusty cobwebs
Allowed to obscure
The essence of self.
She steps to the edge of the precipice
If you re… Read full post »
Setting sail on that self journey
Leaves me on the shore holding
Charts, directions that mean nothing
Compasses that spin with no magnetic attraction
Goals are hazy, goals are shimmering behind
A pale gauzy scrim of foreign words
No maps are saved from the harsh shuddering,
Surf l… Read full post »
“. . . from these honored dead we
take increased devotion to that cause
for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here
highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain . . . ”
Through the window a
Spiral of parking lot players.
A glimpse, a swift impression.
Standing next to me: such presence,
Energy, fusing past memory and
Unknown supposition. A hot splash
Of light, star-shaped, radiates from
Deep inside, engulfing us both
In a narrative that will never occ… Read full post »
For many years, my Christmas tree came not from a lot or a store, but from the acres of land where my grandfather lived. Each year after Thanksgiving he and I would meet at his house, dressed in Sorels, parkas and heavy gloves, grab a hand saw and head out… Read full post »
Reposting this poem on Veterans Day 2011 is fitting. My friend Timmy never came back from Vietnam. His body didn’t die there but his spirit was changed forever. Timmy existed in a world of pain medicated with VA prescriptions and street drugs and alcohol. He put himself into situations during w… Read full post »
My friend, micalpeace, has an excellent post that speaks to the frustration we all have felt at Open Salon over the treatment of others by trolls, unkind commenters and people who, instead of keeping quiet and moving on or saying something nice, have seen fit to fill our comment… Read full post »
Man has conquered air and space
The vast reaches of open water
Ocean depths and icy steppes,
The frozen wastelands,
The farmers' plains
And sky-scratching mountains.
Earth contains no explosive eureka moment.
But the fire of a woman's tears,
The ache of a thousand miles
Of physical distance bri… Read full post »
I hold this pile of despair,
Ashes with pieces of memory,
Charred bits of bone
Severed from the whole cloth
That blanketed our connection.
I sing to you songs
That you will not hear
Echo from room to room.
Tacit spaces are the best
For an unvoiced poem.
An armful of flowers
Gathered in t… Read full post »
Stand at the edge
Of a granite place
So high that trees
Quit growing in the
Face of all that beauty.
Put your trust in
Something that you
Or touch or hear,
A thing that you only
Can feel, can contact
With the fingertips of
Vow to… Read full post »
My Japanese plum trees are groaning with their bounty. For the second day in a row, I have picked dozens of tiny, perfect fruit. Without too much effort, my thoughts turn to baking a cake that is rich with butter and sugar but isn’t too sweet. I can picture… Read full post »
The kisses were oh so sweet and full of passion, totally abandoned, without self-consciousness or artifice. They kissed as if there was no beginning or end. They kissed in the dark and created light and shadow and contrast. They kissed amidst the chemicals and the running water. They kissed surrounde… Read full post »
They’re always so comely,
Wearing fragile, filmy gowns.
A distant breeze ruffles their
They stand at a window, a widow's walk
On a land’s end precipice
Waiting for their fulfillment:
The man who will complete all
Those empty jigsaw places and make their
Inner Mona… Read full post »
There was no email from NASA in my inbox yesterday.
No invitation from #NASATweetup #STS135.
This spring I was fortunate enough to get tickets to the launch of STS-134, the last flight of the shuttle Endeavour. I made not one but two pilgrimages to Kennedy Space… Read full post »
This continuing story is that of my daughter, whose hip is pictured in the X-ray at the top of this page. She continues to face pain and more medical procedures than many people her age. I write this in celebration of her.
I have seen you face profound… Read full post »
I have often been told that when I perform, the singing sounds effortless, as if it was possible to just open my mouth and have the dulcet tones ring out perfectly in tune. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Recently I was asked to take on the responsibilities of… Read full post »
Two years ago, Annette2009 issued an open call for poetry, the subject of which was homelessness. I submitted “Government Housing,” a poem that was born out of my experiences working for a local housing authority, administering federal Public Housing apartments.
This af… Read full post »