my father’s sketchbook

there within my father's sketchbook lays a heart a life and eye that i never quite could follow though the Lord knows how i tried to become him, and to gather what he meant, only to see there within those inks and colors something indefinable and free Actual drawing credit : File ID 64608886 | … Continue reading "my father’s sketchbook"

my father loved his apples

my father loved his apples, he had an expertise from hours spent when just child picking them off trees. i see them now, and think of how they kept him happy, trim -- my father loved his apples, and i guess i loved him


I drive here as I drove long years ago When my old father chatted by my side; He spoke of hist’ry, mining and the flow Of his thoughts, ever brimming long and wide. But now I ride alone in silent thought. My father loved this land, and understood That life is cruel, and time is … Continue reading "Arizona"

I’ve Missed My Father…

I’ve missed my father every day The long years since he passed away A man who gave us all he had Who lived his love and died our Dad But time shifts colors, light to shade Our photographs begin to fade The mem’ries we would most hold tight Fade imperceptibly To night   (“I’ve Missed My Father…” … Continue reading "I’ve Missed My Father…"


“You either own your mistakes, or your mistakes own you.” You are almost five years old. We are walking through a shopping mall, one we come to every Wednesday night. “We can pretend while we are here, if you’d like.” “Pretend what?” “We can pretend that this is a spaceship. These ceilings above us just … Continue reading "Ceilings"


Take solace where you find it, son And do not be ashamed; For many are the griefs for which The innocent are blamed Take solace where you find it, lad, And know this lesson true: You cannot change a thing except What you can change In you

A Farm Out Here

My father worked a farm out here To save money for college; He met my mom that very year, Though never, to my knowledge Did he return here after that. He mentioned it, but spare: And it took Apple Maps awhile To find this stretch of somewhere But here I am along the lane; The … Continue reading "A Farm Out Here"

It’s Not The Bricks…

All the days that were — All the food cooked on this grill — All the times that went: For time just moves on, as it will — But once, there were two hands That labored here with love, It’s not the bricks and mortar that Such mem’ries are Made of