My lucky interview with the remarkable Maurice Edwards curled out of an assignment. My editor asked me to look up some guy who conducted the Brooklyn Philharmonic. Freelancing I was ready for any work available. But this story was so much more.
I create and recreate you.
When George died is a short poem about a cat who changed my life…. When George died,every cat in the universesstopped purring for precisely one second.The change in vibrations never reversed. More from a morning’s inspiration… When my father died When my brother died When my mother died […]
When my bother died, a poem… When my brother died, the warmth of the universe diminished perceptibly at every official measuring station and did not recover. Saturday morning shower of ideas… It started with my father. On a Saturday morning, as I was getting into the shower, maybe […]
When my father died, a wall that stood forever crumbled. Every room across the universes was forced to adjust. About When my father died… When my father died is a poem that came to me in the shower. A lot of ideas do that. They find room to […]
Life is a mystery, they say. Is it? There’s an answer in verse.
I will see you later was inspired by William Carlos Williams, an American poet I stumbled on as a teenager. I loved poetry and got turned on by verses that dodged cliches and said something simple and genuine. With a little luck, I hope I did him justice.
Omnibus 1965 Poem Who could ever forget? Riding all night on that half-empty Greyhound, waking in the alone notime darkness of Nebraska waking to the smell of gristmill corn, being filled, mistaking, in half-sleep, the scent of being in love again… Traveling other roads, 1972 I find […]
Hard Dreams poem.. One night, deep in an uncertain period in my life, I sat in the dark, smoking a cigarette and looking down a narrow alley to the street at a single streetlight. Cars and trucks blurred under it. Insights came, showing me how it’s all makebelieve, […]