A poem from the past
A version of the following poem appeared in my first chapbook, The Green Book, in 1981. My great grandfather was still alive at that time. The poem seems to me [read more...]
Musings
Family Story
I’ve been under the weather for a couple of weeks. Despite trying to stay productive, I haven’t mustered energy for a new “Musings” [read more...]
Politricks 2020
I have been silent through this political season, but my eyes and ears have been open. You don’t need social media to know which way the wind blows. My [read more...]
Stretching the Bones
or Virtue Pursued It’s Wednesday, fast day, the day to break from prevailing cares and do something different. I was going to go back to the drawing that [read more...]
Marking an orbit
Another chapter opened during the last week of July. I turned 65, causing the landscape of possibility to contract. An administrative disorder with no [read more...]
Weigh in motion
Time for the July newsletter has rolled around while I’m still thinking about last month. The June Stikmantica boasted more link clicks and more [read more...]
Failing social media
This is a rant about social media. It is not a reasoned argument. There is nothing scientific here. No studies were referenced. It documents concerns I have [read more...]
On desegregation
It has seemed good in recent days to hold my own opinions close and listen to others. That still feels appropriate, but there is a meme making the rounds on [read more...]
From a distance
On day whatever of the worldwide change of plans, notions of productivity grew tenuous. At least around here. Things are getting done, if without urgency, and [read more...]
Music for my father
My father died this past Wednesday, March 11, after three months in home hospice care. Even today, several times, I stopped because I had not yet reached out [read more...]
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