Just a quick post. For the first time since in almost a year–since August 24, 2020–I am back at the keyboard working on series of novels. In the past year I have written poetry and short posts, but these novels have been eating away at me, crying to be completed…

At midnight whence all is stillI sit on my bedsideAnd drink in the quietFor the first time in the dayI am alone with my thoughtsYou and the animals sleepBut I am restless before restingAnd my thoughts will notLet me abandon them so easilyI consider time and spaceMortality and immortalityGod and…

Dedicated to Red Hook, NY, and the childhood that I forgot. Not sure whyBut my mind latelyDrifts back to my childhoodTo a village I little rememberTo the days I little rememberWhere I endured awkward youthMaybe it wasThe spirit of the ’70sOr maybe it was just meBut it seemed thatThat village…