“Ask Me,” William Stafford, River Ice and Aunt Cathy

Brian and I drove an hour south to Harrisburg on Friday for a memorial service to celebrate the life of his beloved Aunt Cathy. Let me tell you that lady lived like she was living her life, present and all in. In a beautiful eulogy her sister recalled how she was not afraid to reinvent…

Genesee Trailwalker, Part 3

Originally posted on Rivertop Rambles:
All three parts of this series were written and published on Rivertop Rambles around the 20th of January each of three consecutive years. I don’t know what this proves, other than the fact that I’m another creature of habit. I should probably be careful with that. Predictability can be lethal,…

River Ice and William Stafford

Oh the weather outside is . . . actually it’s been rather freakish. We’ve gone from single digits three days ago to 60 degrees (Fahrenheit) yesterday to blustery wind and snow squalls today. Pennsylvania is one of those places in which they say, “If you don’t like the weather here, wait a minute.” Unless of…

The Dike at Dusk, a Birthday Walk in Color and Shadow

Due to various reasons the boys and I had to wait until Sunday to celebrate the anniversary of the old man’s leap from Grandma’s womb. I know, it’s a startling image, but that’s how it happened. I tried to leap back but mom wasn’t having any of that. I was cooking and doing my own…

Recorded Live at the River Gallery Exhibit

My monkey, I mean my youngest son, recently left a comment asking shouldn’t I be writing poems, “you know, the Poet part of Dad Poet?” Good point, and I admit that although I have been working on a few new pieces, I once again find myself back into editing and submission mode. I am sending…

One River, Three Poets: River Fest 2012

Well, okay, it’s really two rivers that come together. The North Branch of the Susquehanna, which interestingly enough is where my sweetheart, Brian comes from up in Wilkes Barre, and the West Branch, where I come from, flowing down from Lock Haven and the woodlands further north. How literally poetic that we now live here…