This zombie nation Always glued to our smartphones Doesn’t make us smart
We love the songs you wrought for… And all of the music you shared. The good vibes that they brought t… When a beach and your stories were… In a world that can sometimes be w…
Your poetry book from 1946 was recently acquired by me at a book fair in Chicago. It appears to have been lightly us… during its first go-round
Pop-Pop-Pop-Pop-Pop-Pop-Pop These are the time-honored sounds… when independence was declared fro… more than two centuries ago. But when those sounds filled the a…
Dozens of face masks In varied sizes, materials, and co… Were shoved into a coffee can Over the course of the pandemic. Tossing them into the garbage toda…
Faith in this nation And the way we order ourselves By holding fair elections And then accepting their results Is the necessary element
The path of life is never smooth, or direct, or free from detours
This infernal summer grinds on Leaving fires and deaths in its wa… Heat emergencies in many places And August still waiting to bake.
Since Jimmy Buffett passed away His New York Times obituary Has required three corrections, so… But his first musical offering Sold exactly 324 copies,
Someone who steals a car and drives it down a city street at speeds not safe for the highway and kills an innocent person two blocks from her own home
Blaming DEI Isn’t “common sense” at all You’re just a racist
Chicago’s party of the summer is the Pride parade up north It’s boozier than St. Patrick’s… Less explosive than the 4th Lots of people dance and play
My Grandpa was Irish Or at least his parents were So every year we went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for corned beef and cabbage.
What sounded like all the fireworks on earth over the holiday weekend couldn’t assuage my dread at the memory of
Target: Sunshine State Idalia’s in the Gulf. It’s time to prepare.
