Poems for Stuart

Two years ago I got the chance to finally meet an old friend face-to-face. Stuart and I had been talking online since the days of the Gay Fatherhood dot-com website that I used to run, even back to when it was an MSN group. Does anyone else remember those MSN groups? I kind of miss…

A Ritual to Read to Each Other, by William Stafford

Poems for Stuart, Part 3 I mentioned in the previous two parts of this series that my dear friend Stuart came to America this summer to visit with his son. What a blessing to me that on the way to Frank Lloyd Wight’s “Falling Water,” they took the time to divert slightly north and meet…

On Selecting Optics, by David J. Bauman

I am sometimes asked why I don’t post more of my poems here, and I think I’ve answered that question on this blog’s Poet bio, but to put it succinctly, if I publish it myself, even here on this little blog, most literary magazines  will not want to publish it. Yes, works posted on blogs…

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…

River and Moon, Two Poems by Me from River Fest 2012

If you’ve followed my last couple of posts you know that a few friends and I have been furiously promoting the power and playfulness of poetry in these hills and valleys of Pennsylvania. Please click back the last few posts to read more about it, so that I don’t labor on too much for the…