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Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Hurricane Florence Poems

In the tense hours before and during the storm, my mind had the space to compose some poems.

Who built this road?
I’ll never know
I can only find out
Where it goes.

Who cleared the path?
What man? What woman?
What child ate because of
Their labor?

Who built the sky?
And mountains on
The horizon?

What God? Or Goddess
Filled the desert?

Who built this road?
I will never know. But now,
I must discover
Where it goes.

Perhaps I can find it
On a map. Or perhaps
I will just drive.

Uncle Stew 

Enigmatic tear from a place
so far
A well too deep

Perhaps dust
from a star
Mote in the eye
of a cry

Single tear
rivulets of tears
Sobs of grief
howls of laughter
cries for joy

All one expression
drops of water
made inside
a human being
But belonging

I am back on the road to NYC to resume my job there. Expect more poetry will come to me on the long drive. I feel great love for all in my life. Thank you for the lessons. I am humbled and blessed to know you.

Sunday, September 9, 2018

Never Forgetting...But Moving On...

9-1-1. 3-4-3.

Never forgetting does not have to mean always remembering. That is what I have done for a long time. Always reliving that day. Sometimes I would lose myself in the memory. If you were to be with me in those moments...or for those hours, you could tell I was not with you. I was in downtown Manhattan when the planes hit the buildings.

I want to thank you who have understood that over the years and have been there for me when I decided to return from the dead and join the living.

I am looking forward now. Remembering the good and leaving the worst behind.

I am going back
So I can say goodbye
To yesterday


I return to
My past
So, at last, I can rest

So I can finally
Like I left that building
Which collapsed behind me
 And covered us in
Dust of hate’s


I will forget
I will now
Not never
 Yet ever

The horror
The bravery
The guilt
The honor


Will remind me
To remember
What we did
After the Fall



I will go back
And then
Go forward
For Love


Saturday, September 8, 2018


Things I remember about my father: Everyone always commented on how alike we were in physical appearance. 

What I loved about dad, is he knew how different we were, and he loved me for those differences. He encouraged them. Demanded them. 

Today, on the day we note the 10th year since his suffering ended, I have faith that he, along with all the dearly departed, are somehow aware of us, and our lives, and how much they want for us all to be happy. 

God bless and keep you daddy, in the bosom of her heart.

Monday, September 3, 2018


For those who work, those who make, who think, create, organize, implement, contemplate, formulate; for those who do, who study, for those who work with their hands, those who work with their minds, for those who make the wheels and those who set the wheels in motion, for those who drive, build, invent, conceive, give birth...for all we do...I salute you. Today is our day to reflect on what it means to work. The great gift of labor. The privilege it is to build a life from nothing but the energy our bodies create. From the love of our hearts, the vision of our minds, may we figure out a way to move forward into a better tomorrow...

Thursday, August 23, 2018


Once upon a time, in America, it was a great source of pride to remember one's heritage, our roots, the springs from whence we came. This sentimental nostalgia comes from acknowledgment of those who came before; sacrificing so that we here, now, can enjoy bounty.

When labels define us, we are no longer us. We become other. And as other-ed, we become less, and as less we are deemed not human. That makes it easy for atrocities to take place.

I was told a story today about a young man who "came out" as a Republican. As if that was something to be ashamed of, by the way, it is not. No one should be ashamed of what they think. Deeds are shameful, wicked deeds are criminal. But to be a member of a political party is one of the things that is great about America. We have the freedom to disagree, and to criticize, and to argue our points.

In frustration, labels are slapped on a person so they no longer matter. So their point of view is not to be considered, their complaints, words, fears, passions, no longer heard. This is wrong. It always has been. And always will be.

Republicans matter. Democrats matter. People matter. Life matters.

Tuesday, August 21, 2018

VOX - My 100 Words for Today

 VOX, a book I have yet to read. As I feel we already live in a dystopian society, I feel no urgency to do so. A 100 word premise is one I would like inflicted on some powerful personages currently able to bully people with their tweets.

Here, I get to say what I want, but I have to employ self-censorship. 

Speak frankly without offense? People seem to take straight talk straight to the gutter. Speaking one's mind is no longer an exercise in civic discourse, but an invitation to war. Honesty is endangered. Does it have to be brutal?


Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Today I am accepting a challenge to post 10 books in ten days on Facebook, no review, no explanation. Today is day seven and I am posting the Hobbit to represent all the works by JRR Tolkien.