I write where I am; this includes the world of work, traveling, and family life. I’m a rubber tramp that’s mostly settled down, a former steamboat engineer, a former educator, and former journalist. I’ve worked in factories and in warehouses and offices all over the country. My poetry is my ongoing effort to dig deeper and explore this collective and personal experience called being human.
Latest from the Blog
forgetting the season outside
rain and Beethoven and morning coffee sitting in the basementforgetting the season outside as long as the lights stay on
the next map
machine: rejection / when there is no way back /there is always / the next map
Spring Rain: High and Tight Grass Cut
in defense of curb appeal and the high and tight grass cut so popular in post war diaspora
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