A Story from a Gentle Man Spanning Many, Many Years He was a gentle man, a kind, soft-spoken, older, thoughtful man, with manners and a quiet grace. He was by himself. I had left the seat beside him at the airport gate about ten minutes earlier to use the restroom before we started...
Echoes of the Death of Jarrett, Our Infant Son I created the piece below for inclusion in an electronic book of Memories/Testimonies for our 55th high school reunion and wrote of how I put it together in the introduction. The photo is of the crib, now in use by our family for 75 years, in which I...
A Happy, Spirited Four-Year-Old Beams Proudly as She Pushes Her Own Pram Щаслива, енергійна чотирирічна дитина гордо сяє, штовхаючи своїх *** (I previously published this posting in July 2022. As my readership in Ukraine has increased to second in national number, I came back to this one to add...
Understanding Will Come unto You All your Life The mind and thoughts of a young person are wondrous and complex, and rarely shared in full. There are so many things to gaze upon, consider, and understand – though understanding is a far-off thing, always still just out of reach for most of...
Behold the Little Boy with the Blue Chalk in His Hand with His Unpretentious Semi-Dirty Face Behold the little boy with the blue chalk in his hand. I know this boy, clever, perhaps precocious, but still a little boy in spirit and behavior, but with depth. He is at a park. He...
Probably Originally Written On a Business Trip in the mid-1990s. The Poems that are Written on Hotel Pads The poems that are written on hotel pads, Or other scraps of paper, Those that are written from a heart driven to words Are those at times written in pain - As an open heart scarred with a...
An Image from the 2016 Election – November 2016 A man described to me how his son, the day after the election, told him that a friend, a boy in his 5th grade class, was crying at school. The father knew this friend and knew why he was crying. His son’s friend was Muslim. Smiling...