I bring Frankie out of his bedroom. It is 10:00PM, but he was not asleep. The Yankees play the Orioles in the Bronx. It is the top of the ninth inning; the home team has a three-run lead. A fitting way for Derek Jeter, the Yankee Captain, to […]
The orange trail ascends Halfway Mountain. Yellow and brown elm leaves blanket the flanks of the path. As I say something to Mira, I jump with a start. Inches away, a black rat snake lies still. A sight surpassed only by the timber rattler we encounter off the […]
The late 1910s. Grandpa Vuolo wore it on those cold days when he looked for work. It was black wool, fine as camel hair, with a raised collar and large button; the coat easily reached his knees. It also had a curious angle pocket near the left collar. […]
I’m pleased to have two of my #tanka appear in today’s edition of Poets’ Salon (Poetry Corner) at ColoradoBoulevard.net for its Solidarity and Protest theme! Thank you, Kathabela Wilson!
The dishwasher hums, and the whooshing of its water drowns out the crickets. I eat my oatmeal out of Frankie’s Frosted Flakes bowl: not another clean one remains. warm aftertasteempty pill containersbeside bottles first published in Image Curve, May 14, 2020 UPDATE: for dVerse Poets’ OpenLinkNight #267 (pubtended […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
