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…