When I was a kid, I used to run everywhere. Down through the woods to Cheryl Pierce’s house, 1/4 mile away. Out the gravel driveway, and across the street to the mailbox to get my Captain Midnight Decoder Buckle with the Glow-In-The-Dark- Adjustable-Belt...
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The Amazing Jack Shadow
The life of a manI want to tell you a true story of a man. Not a celebrity in any sense, although he was quite well known in his very small town, where most everyone knew everyone else, or knew of them. He wasn't a politician, but had a deep interest in politics. He was j...
From Morning Songs: Still Holding Those Ideals
Getting older but still holding onto the idealism of my youth.Being older doesn’t make me any less a kid still holding what was precious then, though now they’re tarnished and I must confess dulled by these aging hands and yet, again and again I hold those ideals to the light— sometimes the sun, sometimes the turnin...
I am committed and determinedI wonder do slow and steady really do win the raceI hear my name being calledI see myself as a recipient of something greatI want to share my reward with the runners-upI am committed and determinedI pretend I am confidentI fee...
From Sisyphus: Reaching Out
Sisyphus speaking to the stars about his plightLooking up these nights at you,Dear Stars,my eyes,my thoughts,my soulreaching out to where we touch in space,where the forces of our orbitsintersecthigh above my life,where we are all one familytrying hard to live in harmony,struggling to be opento the wi...
From Sisyphus: The River
Sisyphus speaking to the stars about his plightOur river was a miracle,(which one is not).It came to us because of thirst.It came because our land was crackedand brown and barren as the desert.It came because we needed her,that’s our belief,foolish as it sounds.I told my friends the taleabout the Rive...
From Sisyphus: Suicide
Sisyphus speaking to the stars about his plightIf I let go this rock would crush my bones and end this punishment. The gods who put me here think they have control but do not know that they have none. I keep this stone alive and make it more than stone. I shove and keep up this momentum to know anothe...
From Sisyphus: Futility
Sisyphus speakingAlmost there, almost to the place l never reach, almost as high as I can climb and lift this stone. I see the crest-- then look down at my feet, my sweaty arms and chest and think how it will feel when I am there at last where I have never been before. Ho...
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From Sisyphus: My Stone
Sisyphus speaking to the stars about his plightThis stone is more than stone,more than weight against my arms,my shoulders, my neck--more than a stone my legs must shove,my hands must grasp,my lungs must grunt into--more than a moan inside my soulthat comes from knowing there is no escape from where I...
Note: Several people have asked why I use the name Sisyphus and so I’ve decided to publish several of the poems over the next few days from my book length poem based on the myth. You will see that all of the poems take place with Sisyphus pushing the huge...
Herman Podolsky and the Brahms' Violin Concerto
Herman fulfills a dream he had when he was sixteen to play the violin at Carnegie HallWhen Herman Podolsky was nine years old, his parents bought him a violin and he began taking lessons at the Brooklyn Settlement House, a neighborhood community center for poorer children in the neighborhood. Isaac Mudnick, a violinist with the New York...