Shaving with Richard Blanco

Embed from Getty Images Unfortunately, that headline is not followed by a photo of Richard Blanco and me draped in bath towels, side-by-side in the mirror and shaving. I’m sorry to disappoint (myself). No, this is supposed to be a more family friendly post for Global/National Poetry Month. The Monkey and I are doing a project…

Have I Introduced You to the Other Poet in the Family?

Yes, I have three sons. One is the Compassionate Scholar. The second is the Bohemian Musician. And the youngest is the Irascible Writer. Each is different, and each possess a killer, nearly subversive sense of humor. Alas, I cannot fathom its origin. For the moment, only the writer has a WordPress blog (that I know…

Father’s Day Pizza and Poems

No, there are no commas in that title. It is not a list. Although it could be, now that I think of it. So let’s leave the ambiguity, and the possibility of multiple meaning on the table, shall we? It was Father’s Day on Sunday here in the sunny Sometimes-United States of Americans. It was…

My Firstborn Hits 22, How is this Possible?

There is just no way I went from looking at pictures of your Kindergarten graduation Monday morning, to having a beer with you Monday night. Photos of you in a fireman’s hat, a conductor’s cap, sleeping in your stroller. Really? Twenty two years? I don’t feel old enough for that. Well, then again, my feet…