Death is the end
I’m an atheist. Among my friends, this isn’t controversial, even though most of them are not atheists. At one time, to be educated and a decent person, one was required to allow others to disagree and,...
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Grief is the Price of Love
Lucky Dog died two years ago today, at 2:10pm. We miss him still, of course. I think we always will. He was a gift from the Universe and was with us during the very best times over 10 years. It was a...
View ArticleMeeting myself again
I ran into myself in the park again this morning. Last time, Future Mark got out of a car and shuffled over to a bench. There he sat, smoking a cigar, in contemplation. It was a fatter cigar than I...
View ArticleThe Heaven of Animals
The meadow is his home now. Up high in the mountains, he lies in the shade in a circle of trees among the wild iris. He yawns and stretches, flips over and rolls and rolls, groaning in pleasure in the...
View ArticleThe Bright Side
“When he’s dead,” she says, “I’ll finally get that dishwasher.” “And when she’s dead,” he says, “I’ll knock a pass-thru to the kitchen.” Either could have what they want now but these are little...
View Articleat this very moment
If you are wondering what I am doing at this very moment: I am writing a poem that might be read long after I’m dead by someone not yet born, so that I might know what they are doing at this very...
View Article101°
101° Glenn Gould plays Bach as I step on that distant shore. Handing my coppers to the boatman, I look up the bank for you among the crowd scanning the new arrivals for old friends to lead across the...
View Articlelegacy
I’ve become the caretaker of a small collection of works by a minor poet who abruptly stopped writing when his muse moved on. Did he feel like a man whose mistress has taken a younger lover? Or was...
View ArticleSung
As I lie dying spoon me one more time before the darkness falls and all I am is no more forever done and gone a song no longer sung hold me one last time before the darkness falls and I am no longer...
View ArticleWhere Is She?
When I come in from the garage the dog’s look asks, “Where is she?” Gone, I say, she’s gone. He stands at the door head tilted, he listens for you. I open the door and he walks around the car pausing...
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