Could I be Jack?

My grandson wrote a fan letter to an author recently. Without my urging. It was his own idea, conceived as he sat in the back seat of my car as we took him to a music lesson. He composed it on his get-him-occupied-so-he-and-his-sister-don’t-fight-and drive-me-off-the-road-or-crazy notebook. There was distress on his part because of the bumpy [...]

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Journal entry from 1999

that woman today at the bus stop with the little boy in her lap she so tired so gallant looking the sadness of her mouth the worry on her brow the boy so fat brown succulent so good as if he knew he mustn’t stress his mother at all the way she held him in [...]

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Another ending for Mom

I took my mother to see her sister in Florida. My uncle was flying in for a reunion of the siblings. Mom has mild to moderate Alzheimer’s. It was a driving trip and hard for us both. She was a trooper but confused, overwhelmed by choices and new places and the familiar being always unfamiliar. [...]

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To my Christmas Cactus

Here’s my latest kinda haiku. I play with that 5, 7, 5 syllable poem structure sometimes. It’s like finger exercises for my mind. I usually notice something in my garden and work with the haiku structure to capture it. I always enjoy attempting the precision haiku requires; it makes my mind feel sharp, crisp.

You are [...]

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