Written in 1983.
Cobwebs hang from the drawers.
The empty seat
covered with dust
sits abandoned
by the desk.
Death
now sits here
looking at thirty desks
aligned in six rows.
No more do children laugh
in this place.
No more does teacher teach
the students.
The Apple
perfectly red
sits
untouched
by dust
or web.
Alone
The Apple does not age.
Forever
is
The Apple.
This poem was written circa 1975. I’d forgotten all about it until my mother called me and told me she wanted to read to me a poem written by a 9-year old girl. When she was done, she asked me if I remembered it. I said it sounded familiar … maybe I’d read it on…
Written in 1983. You see an apple. I see knowledge of a million years. You see a circle. I see life, death and rebirth. Why do two people see so differently? What makes one person see surface, while another sees depth? May this be a reason for war? Which insight is right? No one can…
Every morning I take a walk around town or along the beach for 40-60 minutes. I always take my camera with me just in case I see something I’d like to share with others or use as inspiration. This morning, while walking back home from a workout at a local Curves, I took this picture…
I just found this as I was cleaning out my hard drive. I wrote it April 8, 2010. Enjoy!
I know people don’t ordinarily recommend or review grocery stores, but I think this one warrants a mention. If you’ve ever spent some time in Florida, you’ve probably heard of Publix, a grocery store chain found there and in parts of Georgia. I lived in Florida for a year and a half and have vacationed…
The imagery of a lonely old house always grabs me. I take pictures of them when I see them. And they often put in an appearance in my writing. Here’s a case in point. Towering, it stands. Long driveway spirals down the hill. Forbidding, it sits on Grecian poles. Dark and lonely are its windows….