“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
This is my 8th collection of poems. I have a few copies left of Animals. If you would like a copy, let me know. I cannot promise you one, but if possible …. The Lion Lebanon Boys Granite Peak, August 1977* Hamlet, Night, Snow After Practice The Beast Redeemed by Beauty Iris Happens Off 95 Hansel and Gretel *Granite Peak, Montana
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Let’s get this out of the way first. I’ve been writing poems since 2015. I’ve written over 800, but I cannot call myself a poet. I’d sooner eat a bad meal on stage than do so. Poets are published. One poem chosen by an online magazine in 11, almost 12 years, is not a record for being published. Just so, I write essays and poems, but I’m not a writer. […]
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Like the dog in the cartoon who acts as if elation-lightning-struck by the word “squirrel,” I will rush out of the Store, however briefly, to say, “I like your dog” to passers-by out walking their mix, Shep, Golden, Lab, Doodle or Pit, but the truth is that Border Collies and Pits bring out the child’s squeal in me, and that I linger longest with them, Collies for my delight in them and […]
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Love may own the most variable, the most volatile, the most contradictory of definitions of any of the virtues and perhaps of any noun. One may declare love for an object, an action, a food or drink, animals, trees, flowers, every kind of flora and fauna, for a weapon, for a rosary, for Presidents, dead or living, for tyrants, for states of being – He loves being in love. One […]
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