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When I was a boy, and before I knew of poetry and women and wine, I studied the night sky with my dog-eared copy of “Norton’s Star Atlas.” I would sit on the roof of my family’s one-story ranch-style house in Phoenix on hot summer nights when the shingles were still warm from the heat… — read more

I hear that drone of the late-night Portland & Western freight train’s horn, that long snake-like interconnected beast passing through the town. A town is a collection of people and their wants, hopes, and sadnesses, and, given the lateness of the hour, these same people are currently asleep or making love or pondering one’s existence… — read more

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It is early morning. Having just made my way over the Tualatin River via that rickety wooden train bridge, my thoughts are cloudy and dark. A weak sun has risen, but the gray grinding clouds conceal that bright Heavenly Orb, its light spreading halfheartedly across this dark land. Tis of little comfort to me. I’m… — read more

On that lonely wide stretch of gravel beach where nearby the Cumaean Sybil once laired, I sit crossfixed under a warm Mediterranean sun in the shadow of Aeneas. In my lap sits my well-worn copy of Virgil’s classic slapped open to Book VI.1, the thin pages ruffled by a warm breeze akin to a baker’s… — read more

There was that time when I took her away from the city’s lights to a remote open field. I set up my Meade 6-inch reflector telescope, the one that had the long tube and an electric clutch-less clock drive, which I’d configured to run on batteries, and as the twilight turned to astronomical dusk and… — read more

Because we were young and viewed life with that wonderment that the young view life, because this and so much more, we’d steal away to our secret place where we’d learn life’s secrets and know the Truth of Love and yearned for so much more than even the Universe offered. Because. — read more

Blowing bubbles from liquid sunshine as I wait for Gadot at the bookstore. — read more

First hard frost last night here north of the forty-fifth parallel when thoughts of old days and cider and the colour of the changing leaves brings you to a cognizant realization of what? — read more

I harken those long ago dayz of undisciplined eating at the DQ when I’d indulge in a Dilly®️ Bar AND a dipped cone whilst I listened to Angie behind the counter tell me that she bore a striking resemblance to Angie Dickinson and her fav tee vee show wuz “Police Woman” (I was more “Mod… — read more