Under a raspberry haze, row after row of the smooth-sanded hills of the Coast Range compress into a flat two-dimensional view. Except for the accidental live oak here and there, bare grassland is all I see. …Read the poem
Dad was a ham radio hobbyist earning his first license at 14. It was a happy time for meRead the poem
double-clicking the Events folder our first kiss remembering your touch and the tilt of your faceRead the poem
One of the Ms at the M&M Market on Huntington Drive in the early 1950s was Murph, the butcher. Dad was a meat and potatoes kind of guy, …Read the poem
Wheel of Water gathers the best of David Baldwin's work, from family memories and haiku to poems of faith and conscience.