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Billy Collins Pick Me Up
The title of this post, it should be noted, does not contain a comma. I am not asking Billy Collins to pick me up, though I imagine a car ride with the master would be fantastic. Maybe he’d compose poems out loud about the broken lines in the middle of the road, like enjambed lines…
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Fare Thee Well, Ross Moyer
Ross, I had barely begun to know you. Almost seven months ago you attended the first Poetry Under the Paintings event in Lewisburg and you have faithfully attended ever since, gracing us each month with your wit, rhyme, sarcasm and that winking smile. You will be missed. The last time you and I talked was…
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Ellen Is Not an Enemy to Family Values
“Maybe your group could work to wipe out hunger. Or to ensure health care for families. Or to expose and obliterate sexual abuse and exploitation of kids. Maybe you could put your Christian values to work gathering up toys — or, I don’t know, coats? — for kids that might not otherwise have them come…
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Links to My Poems
Dear Dad Poet Lovers, Thank you for the continued requests to read and hear me read more of my own poems. I appreciate the interest, as well as the kind comments you bless me with. I hope to be able to provide you some links soon to some as yet to be (hopefully) published works.…
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Reflections, a Sonnet and a Son
Recently I posted about the incredible and world shattering fact that my oldest son has reached the age of two and twenty. It’s a fact I am still puzzling about. I am really not certain how this all transpired. Wasn’t it just a short time ago when I took a full thirty-five minute video of him…
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Grateful Slideshow
Well, it was a busy day for me, but I’m home. Called my dad. Going to call my boys. I hope wherever you are, your Thursday was good to you. And if you live in the United States, I wish you a happy Thanksgiving. There are a lot of great people in my life that…
