Category Archives: Poetry/Stories

I’ve written many poems

Hummingbirds at the Feeders (revised)

  Dogfighting they animate the airspace around our house Courtship zooms supersonic Iconic of velocity and ferocity

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1. Seventy-four or as my wife prefers: “Seventy-more” is my age today my birthday What do I have to look forward to? Never have so many had so much or so little Never has life been better or worse Are … Continue reading

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Good Luck!

Good Luck! Wiping your ass, unlike brushing your teeth, is something you must do (or have someone do for you) It can be messy It can get tiresome Of course, one could welcome the act, as an affirmation of having … Continue reading

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Winter birds and more, January 2014

Drought in the Southwest It’s another warm day in January Too warm too many such days I sit by the river It’s ice-free the ducks and geese have only to duck their heads, or dive to find food This is … Continue reading

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Day Off

Day Off It’s my day off Jascha Heifetz plays on Pandora Brahms and through the window I see a bald eagle flying downstream On the porch, the feeder and seed block, newly installed, now attract birds a black-headed junco, a … Continue reading

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Hand and Foot

Hand and Foot The human race is losing the race By our own hand shooting ourselves in the foot So smart but not nice The most anti-social of the social species No appreciation for nature’s provision Nothing here to inspire … Continue reading

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Silent, stolid

Silent, stolid the tree is as alive as you and me The rock wishes that it were it’s future only to erode to sand or silt Yet … this silt and sand – this sediment – will likely recycle to … Continue reading

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Why I Quit Graduate School

It was 1964. After a year and a half abroad, I returned to the US, sick with hepatitis. How did I get hepatitis? It was from a non-disposable needle used for my yellow fever inoculation. That was in Iran. My … Continue reading

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The Symbol of Our Nation

A bald eagle flying downriver circles once over Miller’s Landing and continues out of sight

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Them Horses

Like them horses that only know how to plow we’re going to the snow … Indeed, to snowplow – to teach skiing In the winter, it’s all we got.

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