A Moment of Kindness
It was a long time ago, when I was young and in my prime. I was entering the city for Passover. Lo and behold,Read the poem
Category: Poetry
Lucky Strike Means Fine Tobacco
We had a large brown radio in the living room when we lived on Brighton Street in Burbank. Mother and Dad listened …Read the poem
Cloud Formations
On simmering summer afternoons, Mother and I stretched out on the backyard grass at our tiny wartime tract house on Brighton Street …Read the poem
Looking to the West
for Matthew and GingerRead the poem
Those People
The Paleo-Indians, the first Americans, are checking out the neighborhood. Woe to mammoths and mastodons.Read the poem
[tanka]
like a stuttering newsreel from the 40s, the same events and the same emotions of joy and disappointment roll across my mindRead the poem
Jap
I was born in 1942. One of the first words I learned as a small child was the word Jap. I heard it ten thousand times …Read the poem
This is a Test
Matthew 4:1-11Read the poem
Childhood Memories
Memories of my childhood are hopelessly corrupt. Facts are elusive. The core event may stay the same, protruding like a stone …Read the poem
Resilience
Carey, IdahoRead the poem
The Parable of the Mustard Seed
Matthew 13:31-33, 44-52Read the poem
[haiku]
taps... the widow folds her life and puts it awayRead the poem
