Stay angry! Not riotously, weeping, screaming hate angry–but soul-cleansing angry:Keep burning with the inner fires that burn away the blockages and incursions into your soul that living in these Dysfunctional States of America have enabled. Stay angry, stay determined, stay encouraged! Keep insisting that what we have gotten used to as ‘normal’ is actually mortal […]


Heavy as hot wet flannel, every breath…I hate to sit or move againstthis August afternoon.Sticky-damp, clothes cling,a drag against ambition. Birds, lethargic, dull,sing only if they must,fly ghostlike if at all through dusty drooping trees.Cicadas ratchet on and on–maddeningly constant;mosquitoes whineor strike unheard, the devils! Roses overblown and bright,relishing this tropic season,exude aromas heavy and too sweet.I […]

THE MAGIC HOUR a sonnet of art and age

Stare not at the Sun, we’re oft reminded,But in the Magic Hour, as the Poets tellEyes can gaze and be not blinded–The day’s work’s done, for good or ill. The Farmer comes home from the field,The Baker from the baking;The Vintner casks the final yield,The Maker ceases making… The Magic Hour, the Artist cherishes–The Hour […]


I lived three summers, age3 to nearly 6, in northern California. This is how I remember it. Summer heat–sweet reliefin darkened hallbeneath the fan,the rumbling wind,the stormthat blew the coolall through the house…I’d catch a chill and die,they claimed.Disbelieving,driven out to play,I’d waitanother chance… Summer feet–freed from socks and kedsnot alwayssufficiently awareof bees among the […]