My POV Stick Boy 15 Aug 202117 Aug 2021 He's a few years older than when I first met him, standing to the side of his parents, newcomers to the neighborhood, making the obligatory introduction. Even then, he twisted…
My POV Life With Mice 29 Apr 2019 My grandma managed a two story, ramshackle hotel in Boynton Beach, Florida some decades back. The structure is gone but my memories remain. One of the most vivid happened during…
My POV A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood 5 Apr 20196 Apr 2019 Forget for a few hours the crooks in D.C., stop wondering why the Dotard and Javanka and Junior and so many more are not indicted. Feast your eyes on Spring.…
My POV Pops: The Impeccably Clean, Soft Spoken, Cat-Loving Secret Disciple 19 Oct 201830 Dec 2018 He calls himself Pops. I call him The Cat Man. Pops lives about four blocks up from me in a neighborhood of bungalows and red brick homes in a shady,…
Poetry Haiku – September 6 Oct 201830 Dec 2018 I hoped to write one haiku a day but this was an extremely active, tense month. In October, I will throw in a few tanka for variation. 9-1-2018 The…
My POV My Own Brett Kavanaughs 18 Sep 201830 Dec 2018 Thanks to Professor Christine Ford for outing herself as a victim of sexual violence. What she's doing is beyond difficult but imperative. Likely right now, a lot of women are…
Poetry Breath 11 Sep 201830 Dec 2018 Written in memory of those who perished on September 11, 2001. BREATH The sky opened its wide jaw and the day came tumbling out. Breath. Life everywhere blessed with this…
My POV Two Hours with a Trump Guy 2 Sep 201830 Dec 2018 A few days ago, I invited a Trump supporter into my home where we talked for two hours. During our long chat, we sat three feet away from one another…
My POV How I Would Save America 11 Aug 201829 Dec 2018 My rescue plan is based on the premise that Vladimir Putin (and his agents) launched a cyber attack on the United States in the Fall of 2016. The attack encompassed…
Poetry Chaos – a tat poem 17 Jul 201830 Dec 2018 I wrote the poem called Chaos several years ago to celebrate my first and only (thus far) tat. It mixes in my concept of chaos as a creative force. Enjoy!…
My POV I Have A Gecko 26 Apr 201830 Dec 2018 There's a gecko in my home, scurrying behind packaged food, racing up a window pane, frightened by my pounding presence. The little immigrant appears next night on a wall of…
My POV The News Hogs and the News Adverse 30 Mar 201829 Dec 2018 On 4 March, the grand jury investigating possible crimes related to the Mueller investigation issued a subpoena for documents. According to a NBC News report, the subjects include the president and…
Poetry The Passing and the Frame 26 Feb 201830 Dec 2018 This is the flight and the flame, a flock of geese at sunset, the passing and the frame. Death requires a name, demands sense and yet, this is the flight…
My POV Beware the Harvesters: FBR as RU Fish Pond 17 Feb 201829 Dec 2018 There's a thing out there on Twitter with the initials FBR. I ignored it awhile. Then it started invading my timeline. And all the red flags and whistles of the…
My POV Pay to Play: Put a Stop to Social Media Disinformation 7 Feb 201829 Dec 2018 Many of us live in the universe of social media where forces hostile to democracy employ millions of bots as propaganda tools. The primary bot platforms - Twitter and Facebook…
My POV The Monsters of Ayn Rand 31 Jan 201829 Dec 2018 "It's only a matter of discovering the lever. If you learn how to rule one single man's soul, you can get the rest of mankind. It's the soul, Peter, the…
My POV Bad Habits and Strange Bedfellows 20 Aug 201730 Dec 2018 At least once a month, I sink into the pillows of my rattan sofa, fixated on the flicker of the TV and drop off into an abbreviated sleep. It's unintentional,…
My POV In The Hood: The Trash Man 31 Mar 201730 Dec 2018 I live in one of the oldest neighborhoods in my city. Big, solid oaks sit like rocks; majestic pines stretch into clouds. The streets are two-laned with barely room for…
Poetry Breath 11 Sep 201611 Sep 2016 Written in memory of those who perished on September 11, 2001 Breath The sky opened its wide jaw and the day came tumbling out. Breath. Life everywhere blessed with this…
Poetry Double Sestina on Obama’s First Inauguration 13 Oct 201330 Dec 2018 Inaugural Double Sestina Originally written on January 20, 2009 [I don't know if I've mentioned that I'm a poet.] Responding to a Double Sestina challenge on FB, here's my contribution,…
My POV We Have a Name for This 13 Oct 201330 Dec 2018 I grew up in North Florida AKA Southern Georgia, where poor, uneducated, perenially bitter white people hate people of color and anyone who in some way aggravates their festering sore…
My POV Emerson Quote of the Day 25 Sep 201330 Dec 2018 A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, ESSAY ON SELF RELIANCE
My POV The Will to Flower 15 Jun 20131 Jan 2019 I call this the twin life of nature. Or the metaphorical drama of quotidian life. Or more simply, open your eyes and look. At the start of June, I noticed…
My POV My Birthday 4 Jun 20131 Jan 2019 is tomorrow. This morning, I looked in the mirror and noticed my eyebrow hairs are disappearing. That was an eye opener.
My POV Swinging Fate 4 Jun 20131 Jan 2019 From mid-February through mid-May of this year, I experienced the humiliating, maddening, meaningless status of unemployment. I imagine that this status can kill a person. Perhaps physically. But more so…
My POV The Victim’s Advocate 6 May 20131 Jan 2019 This is what I really wanted to write about. Now that I've gotten my pissy rant out of the way, I'll get down to it. There is a complementary relationship…
GO BLINDLY 