Monthly Archives: June 2022

The Healing Question —In legends, the Fisher King’s wounds are healed by a question. The Fisher King finds me at Lourdes Hall.  He hides amid the nuns on my birthday. As I step off the elevator, one nun seems adrift … Continue reading →

Raising 5 Kids and My Wife Does Not Like Poetry He recalls the rumble and tumult over three decades: Bikes tangled for toddlers, then children, then teens. Mountains of ski equipment, helmets, boots, and Stacks of hockey gear, mouth-guards and … Continue reading →

AGAIN Consider Even nature must make space to heal Shedding her flaming robes She lays down the fight Making peace with the coming storms Open handed She lets time take its tribute Allowing all that has held on for too … Continue reading →

She’s beside me Her fingers splayed  From arthritis Unsure of the keys  On that old piano  We’re laughing Notes flutter  Like sparrows  Echo in the air  Happiness tangible  On waking  Palpable grief at the Emptiness of the room She’s gone … Continue reading →

SONG OF OUR TRIBE We loved the quiet. We witnessed the thoughts and deeds of the earth. We touched the power That broke into a thousand furrowed streams of hope. We kept the youth within us like a firefly in … Continue reading →