Is it just me?I never noticedI never sawIt seems likeAt some pointI should have seenShould have appreciatedI was after allNot always a childLoveIntimacyLaughterPassionAll yoursBut I cannot recallEven onceSeeing themAnd I think I mightHave beenA better personIf I hadYou were beautifulThe photosBlack and whiteFaded with ageHidden in a bookAmong your thingsYour…

I fear that I shall never write again Not seriously Not a novel Ten years A thousand pages And my characters will languish In purgatory Their fates untold Their destinies unfulfilled And I Their creator Will fade Unknown Unremembered Leaving behind Only tears of disappointment On an unwritten page ©2021…

O Israel where are you? My friends proclaim their support for you The preacher sings of your glory And scripture calls your people chosen But I cannot see you O Israel where are you? I see Israel on the map But I do not see Abraham Solomon Jacob David Or…

I got to wear my suit today The black pinstripe from London My black tie And my black boots The ones with silver tips To the memorial service To view Not him Not his body full of Covid But a faux marble box Full of his ashes Flanked by photographs…

If you seek the antiChrist Do not look for a mark Because the mark Is not on his head But on his heart And his sign is not a mark But his works And he is not one But countless men and women Living amongst us Lording over us Using…

Over the years I have struggled to keep this blog apolitical, focused completely on writing, but sometimes events overshadow the best of intentions. Sometimes the horror of life is greater that any horror fiction might imagine. Still processing this. On May 6th, Malette and I found out that a good…

Originally posted to Facebook on March 10, 2021. Malette, I don’t need to know all the whys and wherefores. I don’t need to ask the ultimate question. I already know that the answer to every question is you. I love you. Happy anniversary. 42 42 years together. 42 years to…

I buried a friend todayBeneath the tall palmAnd hibiscusIn a small shallow graveJust the size of a catHe died suddenlyUnexpectedlyAlways the healthiest of catsIt seemedYet he died in my wife’sLoving armsSo quicklySheICould do nothingAs that which he had beenSo graySo softSo lovingSlipped awayAnd as my wifeOvercome with frantic griefScreamedAnd criedAnd…

I no longer work for the man.It has taken me sixty-six years, but I have freed myself from the chains of economic bondage.I have cast my lot on the sea of fate and let it pull me out into depths of self-actualization. I am ready to finally take charge of…

I suppose you might think me selfish, but I wanted a party.  I mean, what else is working for if it’s not to get to point in life when you can stop working?  I have been working almost non-stop since I was fourteen.  My work experiences included: Trimming the greens…