The Glow of the Past
I love the sounds of words, probably the first reason…
A Poem of Colored Lights
Christmas comes as a regular visit
From a magical being in…
Tantalizing Petesy
Petesy liked a small rod, easy to manage close to the pier. He…
Striking a Chord
The first intimations we got of the atmosphere in beer joints…
Goot Knew
The main thing that kept us boys in line at school was the threat…
A Thanksgiving Poem for the Road
I remember having Thanksgiving dinner.
Once at a bus station…
S.O.S. Origins
Gene Laughter, an ex-lifeguard from the Fifties—nicknamed “Swink,”…
Hard-Core Cadre
SOS is in full swing in Myrtle Beach. The faithful and hardcore…
Hurricane Unanimity
As Irma approaches, I offer the observation that loosing everything…