For 40 years a giant loomed over him.  A conflagration of steel and concrete, of rubber , and copper and porcelain.  Exquisite details perched atop industrial majesty. I could stand with my hand on its trunk and be touching every house I had ever lived in. I could stand with my hand on its trunk…

Sometimes my skin becomes irritated with the world. The other times my brain is impressed by its restraint.

II Dawn spreads , fire across a crumbled page of newspaper. How will I light my fires when the last printing press retires? The birds accept another day with stoic harmonious grit. Heat pumps rumble and purr , calling the winter a lie? and it occurs to me that as much as anything I’m Tas-man-ian.

I Coffee slides into the cup, a long stream of awakening. Bread becomes toast ,its own maillard melanoma. The dog accepts second breakfast with equanimity. Clouds line up waiting to be eased up over Hemi, and it occurs to me that as much as anything I’m Tas-man-nian.

I’m not that sort of man. I tried anyway, tools out, lip set straight. pipes untethered , wet spreading across it all. I’m not that sort of man. This liaison held tight by strident moral conviction Caesar defeated, by holy Roman plumbing I’m not that sort of man. U Bends become U turns, Bravado ends…

Two Poems that took my breath away At it’s best poetry is a distilled compressed snapshot of what is going on in someone else’s head and sometimes what is going on in someone’s head is a vibration of the state of the world. Cask strength emotion served as it comes without ice or soda, you…

These words are dangerous , encapsulated in shells of iron will , rusting under brining tears These words are dangerous, most walk by eyes cast down , a threat to flesh and civility These words are dangerous, that which is cried can’t be undone, no father absolving your fears These words are dangerous, yet here…

 * The other day I had what can only be described as a totter.  A moment of feeble insecurity , the frailty showed through. Once it would have been a forceful stumble, purposefully misplaced. But now I take my place in the totter camp , waiting to own ‘a fall’. * Every home that housed…

For Palestine When I was 12 hours old the world came to an end. Missiles flew through the air, reciprocity reigned. We were atomically cleansed from the earth. We the people of respiration  , millions of hearts pumping, lungs heaving , the end hung above us , a punctuation, an apostrophe , an exclamation, apocalyptic…

The day after I was born a human error was made on a US national security computer the size of a car. A training tape was fed into the machine and in return it concluded trouble.Screens across America showed the sky was full of Soviet ballistic missiles. As is often the case things were not…