
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…