November 26, 2019

Ignorant Pardons

As a veteran, a few days short of 4 years in ASA (Army Security Agency), I don't intend to push this too much, but the Secretary of the Navy, Richard V. Spencer was totally correct in standing up to Trump . . . these pardons are beyond the pale and are an attack on all our quality military service women and men.

November 14, 2019

Measuring sins

I'm not sure what's worse:
trying to shut up
or trying to write verse;
I totally give up.

My sins are small.
Your sins? Your call.

Aware but Basically an Innocent . . .

Put aside Game of Thrones temporarily, just keep in mind the randiness throughout and self-interest exploited to extremes, the ancient Greek tragedies are at least as in tune with today's U..S. governance . . . without going into particular examples, let some of the scripts trickle through the creeks of your conscience for a moment: the Iliad, Antigone, Prometheus Bound, the Orestia, etc., and etc. The last few days is similar to my junior high and high schools education . . . (ignore the tedious repeats in college) . . . there were really lessons for us to learn and we yawned and looked as bored as we sometimes were . . . I wish I had remained aware through more moments of reading the tragedies and listening to them in class . . . I could better explicate this week's reporting on the orange bump . . .

October 12, 2019

Jose Cruz

was a Housto Astro!
I remember taking my young son Toby and his cousin Joshua Boydstun to an Astros game . . . a guy came up to us as we approached the entrance and told me he had some tickets . . . I balked - this is not my type of adventure . . . but he nodded toward the boys and said Jose Cruz wants you to have his box seats for today's game . . . it was a tremendous experience and when Jose came to bat early in the game he turned and raised his cap toward us (sitting just yards behind home plate) we acknowledged his greeting and his beautiful smile . . . he was a Houston Astro . . .

October 09, 2019

ain't nice nor good for you

cancer ain't nice nor good for shit,
but sometimes it can drumbeat new thinking
of stuff that keeps us smiling despite the shit.

Sometimes Doodle Out

Everything is earned.
Almost nothing comes without a down payment.
That's okay! It fits who I am.

Except as I type what I earlier scribbled, I disagree with my earlier self.
Earlier self was wrong.

Everything is not earned - what could I have done to be born a white human male with a relatively stable DNA?

October 04, 2019

Measuring the Lengths of Silence

Conversations continue
within and throughout our interludes of talking.
This is not an answer to a question.

I merely suppose, as delicately as possible,
that love continues through our lengths of silence.
I have no questions to answer.

September 15, 2019

okay it's cancer

I intend to create a chronology of sorts of dealing with bladder cancer and with stage 4 advanced prostate cancer . . . I'm running and doing well and will begin to post it. Not for my nonreaders but as chronology for myself . . . Hardhead would understand.

August 15, 2019


She's in the hospital
who yesterday taught us the language
of Camus, Dostoevski and Plath.

She has no voice today.

Paralysis is complete on one side
and who can remember
the thoughts she thought
as she left the road . . .

I'm heading back today (not to the hospital)
but to the bar where we were, laughing but serious,
when she said that Plath would be alive today
if women had learned their strength sooner . . .

I'll drink a favorite draft of ours
and maybe find someone to talk with
about something,
but not about hospitals . . .

maybe about Cathy . . .

August 14, 2019

roosters before dawn

I have heard the talk
at kitchen tables
between turns of solitaire
among brown-circled cups
of instant coffee
about the terrible sadness of silent
couples in restaurants
and their trips to the bathrooms