“We’re sorry that you’re leaving.… The hashtag was once a revolution in how people communicate with eac… Now the platform that first brough… threatens to become a shadow of it…

The Beatles are there now; John was murdered in New York Ci… The Who are there, too; Keith Moon drank himself to death… The Doors are also halfway closed…

We have come to equate “fortune” w… as in “that outfit must have cost… but its real meaning is more abstr… Whenever the Roman goddess Fortun… it meant that things went well for…

O crying child Up in the sky Above the ocean blue! You’ll grow someday And maybe hear

That Bruce is really something el… Making me drive all the way to Da… And on the Fourth of July, even! Had to miss the family barbecue an… My Uncle’s been kind of a jerk to…

How shall I remember 2023, this fifty-sixth year of my life? Hopefully not the worst of the bun… but it did have some measure of st… My catalytic converter was stolen

Andre Braugher’s dead While Clarence Thomas lives on. Death picked the wrong guy!

This infernal summer grinds on Leaving fires and deaths in its wa… Heat emergencies in many places And August still waiting to bake.

While the Speaker’s chair sits em… the entire Congress remains immobi… The world looks toward the United… and finds nothing but disfunction. How can we presume to lead the wor…

As I was growing up I envied other kids who had what I thought were “normal” middle names: James, Thomas, and

Here’s my pocket poem for the year 2024. Since I’ve written it myself I hope that it won’t be a bore. Three stanzas are all I’ve got

Some grade school student dropped… Fortunately, the useful life of th… I’m a long way past grammar school… So I picked up the discarded penc… Many thanks to you, unknown grade…