This has been going on for a while. The anxiety. The tears. The pleas(e). You made a commitment.

Will you ignore it?

But the joy is gone.

What seemed fun, is now a chore and no one takes it seriously.

My daughter has been on a synchro swim team for … Read the rest

The doctors refer to it as word salad.

“I can’t … and he needs to … ahhhh … The boy and …. the …. ah … the other boy … We can go … go … in the …. ahhhh … and then the … um … ahh … and … Read the rest

“I am waiting
to get some intimations
of immortality
by recollecting my early childhood
and I am waiting
for the green mornings to come again   
youth’s dumb green fields come back again
and I am waiting
for some strains of unpremeditated art
to shake my typewriter
and I am waiting … Read the rest

The day starts out like many others. Wake up. Listen to birds singing their morning songs. Jog. Slice strawberries and toast bread for my daughter’s breakfast. Return to the basement and begin work. Answer emails. Make phone calls. Plan. Edit. Write. Re-write. Collaborate. Occasionally I ascend to help with some … Read the rest

There is the sudden silence of the crowd
above a player not moving on the field,
and the silence of the orchid.

The silence of the falling vase
before it strikes the floor,
the silence of the belt when it is not striking the child.

The stillness of the cup … Read the rest

I consider myself friendly. The online psych evaluations with titles like “Know Yourself” confirm I possess a high level of agreeableness. It’s got to be true! But it’s rare for me to turn a coworker into someone I’d consider a real friend. It does happen from time to time, but … Read the rest

Please don’t tell me you sleep here.

OK, I won’t. But, I do. I have for … a while. As basements go, I could do a lot worse. The couch however has seen better days.

When my daughter insisted she wanted a sleepover with eight friends there was only one … Read the rest