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Retired computer jockey. Writer. Mark Twain impersonator.
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Poem Number 4

Posted on May 2, 2015 at 7:00am 3 Comments

We were young then.

Ducks floated on our pond and

leaves never fell;

always instead they seemed to

take our eyes by their handles

and shake us out like linen cloth. . . .

But. . .

Do you remember Miss Crowley's wash,

Or the automatic way she

wiped down the wire lines

with a clean white towel

before she hung the clothes?

Well, yes, you're right:

that was long ago,

but you do remember. .…


Growing Up Southern

Posted on April 29, 2015 at 6:13am 9 Comments

Until I was about 42 years old I never wondered how it had come about that I had come to feel nothing like the prejudices I should have been feeling. Reared in the deep south of share-cropper lineage, I had ought to have grown up not only saying things like “had ought to have” but also looking down on black people as inferior beings with whom white people should have no truck. But I didn’t. For some reason – or reasons – I grew up trusting that the differences among the peoples of the…

A Hero I once saw

Posted on April 27, 2015 at 12:24pm 5 Comments

Not too many years ago, in a city not so far away, there lived a young man – actually, only a boy, no more than 14 years old – who was profoundly gifted in what some would call, a trivial art. He could hit a baseball. Folks of many different colors in that very southern and unrepentant city used to gather around on weekend afternoons to watch this young fellow take batting practice. His practice field was the school yard of…


Poem # 2

Posted on April 23, 2015 at 5:30am 3 Comments

                       Atonal Significance

I had intended to write these words when first I woke,

While origami dreams remained in their folds

But the hard sun came in too fast; the morning fog

Too dense, intense…


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