30 Years After the Pale Blue Dot

Several times in the last few years I’ve been surprised at how both new and old friends, even my partner Brian, seem uninspired by scientists and their perceived lack of imagination. I’m the poet in the family, so you’d think that I’d be the one with the wild imagination, and I am! At least I…

Birds Fly Here: Two Poems by William Stafford

On Friday August 30th, just a few days ago, Ireland, the world really, lost a beloved poet. And just before that happened I was planning this post to remember possibly my most favorite American poet William Stafford, who passed away the same week, on August 28th twenty years ago. I cannot say there are many…

God, Dad and Cars by David J. Bauman

Originally posted on The Blue Hour:
I’m 8 years old, perched on a headlight under the raised hood of our white four-door Chevy, which has somehow stranded us at Uncle Bob’s farm. But this isn’t like the time before, in Canada, when we broke down along a country road, far from home. Across the back…

Kindness, Bullying and Loss

I have been quiet on the blog this week (though there is much to update), and on Facebook, reduced to just hitting the “like” button. A few years ago, in the early days of dating Brian, he introduced me to one of his very best friends. And so I got to know one of the…

Sleep by Jeremy Nathan Marks

Originally posted on The Blue Hour:
When a man is left to sleep sleep when he feels his appetite for rest wrestle from himself that greater need to lay awake Then he will begin to really think- think not about what is nor what is not but allow sleep to let his body reach For…