This is a poet I’ve been following for some time
and enjoy his work.

O at the Edges



Adept at withdrawal, it retreats.
How appropriate, we think,
that its body curls
with the wind’s
tug, offering
only the
resistance. Then
it returns,
bringing to mind
the habitual offender
whose discomfiture
lies in choice,
the fear
of enclosure
removed. The
forward glance.
And back again,
whispering its
edict: concede, reclaim.
Give and take. We are as one.


“Curtain” last appeared on the blog in July 2017.

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August 13, 2018 at 10:10 pm Leave a comment

when the wheels come off…

We are not perfect. Perhaps only an experiment doomed to failure.

Read Between the Minds

i cannot sleep
i hear
the night drums
my head
waking me
cold sweat
envelopes my body
in a shroud
a civil war
is about
once again
blood soaked
will fill the gutters
hate and intolerance
a nation
ancient prophecies
the dead
will not rise
will the meek
the ravaged earth
they shall be
all shall be
the roadkill
man’s accelerated

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July 15, 2018 at 9:34 pm Leave a comment

the twitter diet…

Could that be called ‘false news’?

Read Between the Minds

lies and alibis
seem to be served up daily
a white house cuisine

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July 15, 2018 at 9:24 pm Leave a comment


I know, I know, this blog is meant to benefit writers on trying to get published. But there is so much ‘stuff’ going on in our country that I find it difficult to concentrate on this blog’s purpose, and for that matter, on this country’s current purpose.
I will return with information for writers. I promise. But I cannot ignore what is happening to the country I love, why it is happening and what the future may hold.

Shortly after the new tax bill was passed, I read or heard a prediction. Unfortunately I cannot quote the source. But the prediction was you would be able to tell which companies were using the new-found wealth to benefit their company and improve the economy. You could also identify the companies who didn’t give a shit about the economy or their workers. There only aim was to benefit the stock holders by buying back their stock.
The information that follows is from an article written by Stan Choe of the Associated Press. I read the article in the Daily Local New, a Pennsylvania paper 6/28/18. In this article he states:
“Stock repurchases hit 189.1 billion dollars in the first quarter for S&P 500 according to preliminary results from S&P Dow Jones Indices. That tops the prior record of 171.9 billion set during the summer of 2017, just before the Great Recession struck.”
There is a great deal more information in the article, and if you are interested in this country’s future, check it out.
This country has become a fiction which I cannot believe.
I tried to find the article to include in this piece. It’s like it disappeared.


June 30, 2018 at 9:41 pm 1 comment


When you can purchase whatever you desire

Those possessions no longer

Have value.p

June 28, 2018 at 11:06 pm 1 comment

June 16

This is a blog I have been following for years. Enjoy.


a bird picks at gravel
under the grape vines

they are producing this year
green-hued pearls

small and bitter
nothing much

but grit and potential
the birds won’t touch them

shrieking away
in a burnt out pine

the violence of nature
is arbitrary

unlike ours
familias unidas no dividadas


and when they were departed behold the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream saying arise and take the young child and his mother and flee to Egypt
when he arose he took the young child and his mother by night and departed into Egypt

now the LORD had said unto Abram get thee out of thy county
and Abram went down into Egypt to sojourn there for famine was grievous in the land

thou shalt neither vex a stranger nor oppress him for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt
if a stranger sojourn with…

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June 19, 2018 at 7:34 pm 1 comment

When to Say Goodbye

Dog lovers will understand.

O at the Edges


When to Say Goodbye

 If all goes well it will never happen.
The dry grass in the shade whispers

while the vines crunch underfoot,
releasing a bitter odor. A year ago

I led my dog to his death, the third
in five years. How such counting

precedes affection, dwindles ever
so slowly, one star winking out after

another, till only the morning gray
hangs above us, solemn, indefinite.

Voiceless. If I could cock my head
to howl, who would understand? Not

one dog or three, neither mother nor
mentor, not my friend’s sister nor her

father and his nephews, the two boys
belted safely in the back seat. No.

I walk downhill and closer to the creek,
where the vines are still green.

In the shade of a large cedar, a turtle
slips into the water and eases away.

* * *

“When to Say Goodbye,” drafted during the…

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June 14, 2018 at 8:16 pm 1 comment

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