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I took this picture with my cellphone about a week ago beside the driveway. It was the first week of October and this stubborn little dandelion wasn’t being shy at all about crashing fall. Not a bit. And I’ve been wracking my brain to find this poem about dandelions standing

Where were you on 10/10/10?

Where were you on 10/10/10? This seems like an important date, and I almost missed it. I mean, I was here, but where was I? In computer update limbo. Kicking with my software. Holed up in front of this blinking cursor. What kind of a memory is that?

A big date

Found Poem

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I’m not usually into these things, but this one kind of jumped off the pages of the Lake County Herald.

The Garden’s Fall

The Garden’s Fall
So this is what
it comes to
after all.
The promise of spring now
stacked sticks,
twisted vines,
faded blossoms,
all cracking up over lost suppleness.
Past the point of usefulness.
After all those phases of the moon,
the sun and rain,
the hosings and the horse manure.

A Question of Mushrooms

Mushrooms in the garden?
Mushrooms in the grass?
Mushrooms in the trees?
Is this too much to ask?
Stop raining?

And those pictures are just from one half-mile walk around the block. Cleveland! Gotta love it.


Fierce is a 3 lb 8 oz dogwhoshivering with righteous fury,tethered by a thread,ears at attention,chin extended into a relentless chain of scalp-tightening yelps,stands up to the back side of an overstuffed cable man,head under the tent of his truck,before returning home torelease one more harbored huff of indignationas she settles in by the

High Definition Vocabulary

Four years in the writing, more in the research. So much time and yes, fun, in the making. Finally!

Teaching Kindness?

Book smart = street dumb
This thinking is ubiquitous in too many of our upper schools. Smart is stupid, dumb is good. To mark the depth of this river, all you need to do is walk in the door. Ivory towers. Sissies. Nerds. Society just doesn’t give that much respect


When doing a poetry reading, it is always best NOT to take yourself too seriously. Prepare, yes. Have your papers in order, yes. Rehearse a little. Know your audience. But all of us who read our words aloud have grown to appreciate nobel prize winner Wislawa Szymborska’s sentiment:

Orwell in Bed

I read Animal Farm as a kid, maybe third grade or so. It was on the bookshelf by my bed. I remember slipping the slim, green volume in and out surreptitiously to read with a flashlight in bed. Mom didn’t know I was reading this book without pictures in which pigs talked,