Five Free Books for Father’s Day

This Sunday is Father’s Day. For me, this is the first Father’s Day of my life without my Dad. Last summer he passed away at the ripe old age of 96. I was very lucky to have him around for so long. My wife’s father passed away this fall. He was always kind to me …

The Boomer Whisperer

The spring evening cools the warm stone. A heady perfume of grass and ground rises from behind the veiled sunset. Night wings beat. A stillness comes. From the front porch, sounds of child’s play call the heart to sift the years through open hands. The memory of nights such as these coaxes the eyes to …

Not Lost in Translation

He who neglects to drink of the spring of experience is likely to die of thirst in the desert of ignorance. – Li Bai (Greatest Tang Dynasty poet: 701AD -762 AD) I got some great news this week. One of my poems – a Haiku – is going to be published in an upcoming issue …

Sonnet to the Rosy Dawn

The golden chariot of rosy dawn Appears over the deep indigo sea Her team of swift radiant steeds drive on As sweet serenity swirls around me Eternal goddess bringer of daylight Arrives upon a salty perfumed breeze Bright visage scatters the demons of night While her warm embrace sets hearts at ease Eos, shining sister …

Poetry: Soul Outpost Cantos 1-2

Canto One: Divergence of Paths Gleaming field of white marble monuments Mom’s with Presbyterian cross She will eternally bunk with her sailor boy When he lays himself down to sleep Accompanied by my two beloved daughters I visited the day before leaving for China A remnant of preserved plums Blessed before Chinese ancestors’ tomb Delivered …

Prose Poem: At Sunrise

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear – Norman Maclean (A Prose Poem) Waking in the predawn hour, while the land slumbers, a transcendent power drifts through the sky. Mysteries cavort in the twilight zone between night’s end and day’s start. It is an indeterminate time for which there is no specific term. The …