Ken’s Wife Milly (Serial Poem 3)
Milly and Ken met in Brooklyn. Seventeen and twenty. They met at O’Lunney’s Irish Bar. That was that according to Milly, in nursing school then. ...
Category: Middlefield
More Ken: What He Looked Like (a Serial Poem) Part 2
Ken lived across the street. Always an Older Man, he told us he shaved twice a day. Said he’d have a full beard Otherwise. Although that wasn’t tr...
Maybe I’ll Tell Ken’s Story Now
Just maybe I’ll tell a story I’ve never told before about a neighbor in the country. He lived a few houses away. His name was Ken. Ken drove a truc...
Thanksgiving (part 1 Even Though)
Even though the holiday shouldn’t take place according to this week’s New Yorker even though the story is made up and politically incorrect even tho...
Friday September 20 Still Beautiful
We will leave on Sunday return to another life orange room not yellow and people will make sounds not frogs or birds sounds of stories if we’re lucky sou...
Like September 18
If I were to write a book of poems one for every day titles could be dates like September 18 and while the poems don’t have to describe the day necessari...