treadmill thoughts…“and old sneakers,” my poem

treadmill thoughts…“and old sneakers,” my poem

again is anew…

 

 

…and old sneakers

 

We move, we huff,

we quiver, we chant,

thoughts galore will tumble

   as the hot routine deepens,

 

the workout is good,

no doubt,

we mime the young

   as we get old,

we walk the track,

the countless reps,

the 1-2-3, the look-and-see,

the bobbled step,

the front and back,

the in-and-out…

 

This cheerless time,

this silent gym,

this jumbled gear,

the shadowed clock…

look the same as yesterday,

but…

 

I conjure me,

a brand new thought,

a slower step,

I see a different future,

the silence is a private tune,

 

I whisper behind my eyes

   that more is more,

again is anew,

the moving is progress,

it is long moments in my life.

 

November 24, 2024

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Movie review: Same Time, Next Year

all-American adultery, oh yeah…

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no kicking or biting…says Seneca

no kicking or biting…says Seneca

don’t bite back…

 

 

“How much better it is to take the opposite course

   and not to match fault with fault.

     Would any one think that he was well balanced

        if he repaid a mule with kicks

          and a dog with biting?”

 

Seneca (4 BC-65 CE), On Anger (De Ira), 3.27.2

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Book review: Seven Gothic Tales

by Isak Dinesen,

lush and memorable stories…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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“…let immensity swell again”…“a style of song,” my poem

“…let immensity swell again”…“a style of song,” my poem

he rang a bell…

 

 

a style of song

 

He wore rough clothes,

scuffed heavy shoes,

he knew where he was going

   but he kept a shuffle pace,

 

he had no look of joy,

there was no kind of sparkle,

only placid look ahead,

as if starting out on plain old day…

 

with quiet voice he rang a bell,

he filled the silence,

I could tell

   he was no stranger to the song—

 

he sang the word:

   “somewhere…”

and took a breath

   and let immensity swell again,

and murmured:

   “…over the…”

and I wanted to help him sing.

 

he kept on walking…

December 19, 2024

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Book review: Mila 18

horrific truth by Leon Uris

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the dude ranch dog…“Oh, LeRoy!” my poem

the dude ranch dog…“Oh, LeRoy!” my poem

a dog like him…

 

 

Oh, LeRoy!

 

It’s just not true that every ranch

   has to have a dog like him,

but try to name a place that calls

   itself a ranch, and claims with pride

      to be a place where cowboys ride,

and doesn’t have a lanky pooch

   who sleeps in all the darnedest spots,

and loves a scratch, and likes the kids,

and knows his name is LeRoy.

 

Every dude at Smith Fork Ranch

   made friends with him without delay,

and learned his name, and scratched his head,

and waved him into line to join

   the hike up to the bears’ own ridge,

and cheered him on when he detoured

   to splash around in that high pond,

and made a point, back at the ranch,

to grab a treat from LeRoy’s jar

   and make him “Sit!” (he almost did).

 

You’ll guess these stories never end,

but you don’t know that we were there

   on our last day, when that old truck

       made too much noise in passing by,

and LeRoy knew—to keep us safe—

   he had to snarl and bark and run

      to chase that truck—but oh!, too close…

 

He never knew how many tears,

so many tears we had for him.

 

October 15, 2016

 

LeRoy died at Smith Fork Ranch, Crawford, CO, in September 2007.

 

My poem “Oh, LeRoy!” was published in my second collection of 47 poems, Seeing far: Selected poems.

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Book review: The Sea Runners

…it informs, it does not soar…

by Ivan Doig

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Winesburg, Ohio…book review

Winesburg, Ohio…book review

humanity surging…

 

 

Book review:

Winesburg, Ohio

 

by Sherwood Anderson (1876-1941)

Simon & Brown, 1919, 2012

208 pages

 

The reader of Winesburg, Ohio (1919) is tempted to think of Edgar Lee Masters’ Spoon River Anthology (1915), but the reader should resist the temptation.

There is very little of society in Spoon River, and so much of society in each of Anderson’s short stories. The humanity surges in these stories, and they touch so many memories of being with other people and making life happen.

At the end of each story—“Nobody knows,” “The untold lie,” and the list goes on—the reader wonders:

     is there more?

     is there more to know?

     is there more truth?

It’s easy to put this book down, and it’s easier to pick it up again.

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Book review: The Proud Tower

…a lot more than a history book…

by Barbara Tuchman

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The Book of Days…part xlix

The Book of Days…part xlix

The Book of Days

 

The dawn’s early light can be pleasure enough for the whole day.

There are words enough to tell the story of “the temptation of day to come.”

It is my delight to write some of them for your delectation.

 

 

a tasting

 

…the second look is the keeper.

 

The clouds are shifting shapes,

moving quickly

   across the new morning sky,

the smudge and fold of flannel,

becoming flan,

nudging the smear

   of cream sauce,

filling the sky

   with hasty pudding

      and the like,

making a menu

   that lasts mere moments…

 

January 4, 2025

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Book review: To Serve Them All My Days

by R. F. Delderfield

A beloved teacher,

      you know this story…

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