Beauty in my Friends

So many women friends, I see my wife in different light Now that I”m almost sixty-eight Strong, independent, truly the peral I’ve always known– she is not affraid To correct me, Marjorie from Margarita, Pearl of one mind, she manages Our money, drives me to my doctors, Though nearly blind in one eye, Better driverContinue reading “Beauty in my Friends”

Walking Along the Streets of Hartford I wrote Poems

Last November walking Into another December light Slant lines invisible because Of pain before, so more into my bones, Neck swollen, ears atuned to autumn To compositions of Saint-Saens, his great becoming Organ, the third Symphony, Organ Symphony, wisdom, unfureled Doesn’t care to come as swiftly as age. I was fifty, twiddled half of lifeContinue reading “Walking Along the Streets of Hartford I wrote Poems”

It’s “A Long Ride,” But Still, I Make It Home.

Yes, it’s been a while since I learned a new skill. The question is should I venture away from life’s path of, for me, photography and writing, and try a new skill, or should I stay, and make more graceful what I know. I lean toward staying with the tried and true for four reasons.Continue reading “It’s “A Long Ride,” But Still, I Make It Home.”