Poetry

  • Suicide by Living

    This poem is based on an incident I witnessed while visiting San Francisco. This is not a slam against the city. This could have been any city or town in America. There is something wrong with a nation where anyone,… Continue reading

    Suicide by Living
  • Simple

    “Christmas will always be as long as we stand heart to heart and hand in hand.” –Dr. Seuss. Oh, it’s that time of the year again when everyone reminisces about their life, their year, their family and friends while celebrating… Continue reading

    Simple
  • What I Learned from my Recent Birthday Weekend

    I recently celebrated my seventy-sixth birthday (76) by heading down and back up the coast to and from San Diego. It was two brief days, but I came home with some wonderful lessons. Often, doing nothing is good for the… Continue reading

    What I Learned from my Recent Birthday Weekend
  • 76

    Sunday, December 8, 2024, the age meter will advance one more year to 76. Yay, I made it. “He who hesitates is a damned fool.” ― Mae West I don’t know why I keep trying to hide the fact that I… Continue reading

    76
  • Giving Thanks

    It’s that time of year when we begin to give thanks for what we have, even when it might not be much if anything. It is the start of holidays and celebrations and the endless end-of-the-year reviews when we measure… Continue reading

    Giving Thanks
  • for babyface

    Happy Birthday Sumire Gant. for babyfaceit’s been too longi don’t rememberthe last timei wrote you aflower songan orchidfull of colorsbloomingfrom my soulto your hearti don’t remember the last timei looked into your eyeswith wordstouching your face(those cheeks)whispering deeplyinto your soula… Continue reading

    for babyface
  • eight years

    I have been attending college for the past eight years, first at Long Beach City College and now at California State University, Long Beach. I will graduate on May 21 at the age of seventy-five. what is eight years in… Continue reading

  • KING

    King        I was nineteen years old          on April 4, 1968when the bullet   full of hate          scorn          the fear of losing…a nation of white supremacyMURDERED Dr. Martin Luther King JR Do you remember where you were? I was living in my parent’s apartment in the… Continue reading

    KING