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A poem about things left undone.

Perhaps you can relate. If not, don't worry, I'm not trapped in desolation. But you can bet I'm ready for Easter to show up.

Apr 11 •

January 2025

Pittsburgh is lousy with snow this January, but I wrote this poem during what we Yukoners would call a Chinook.

Jan 17 •

November 2024

Fall: pumpkin spice lattes and decay.

Actually, this post has nothing to do with warm beverages, but I did write a poem.

Nov 21, 2024 •

Yes, this world is strange and sometimes scary.

That's why we should still, and always, read poetry.

Nov 13, 2024 •

October 2024

Warthog kisses and hateful cats.

There was room for both at Bob's.

Oct 22, 2024 •

A photo and short reflection.

Plus, home accessories you definitely don't need.

Oct 11, 2024 •

September 2024

Dispatch from the 'Burgh.

I'm back, in gold and black.

Sep 17, 2024 •

May 2024

Oh, Canada. We tried.

But you like bathroom people best.

May 10, 2024 •

April 2024

Wordless histories and communion bread.

A poem and a short memoir selection.

Apr 17, 2024 •

The places we pray and lonely robots.

And a little Luci Shaw for us all.

Apr 4, 2024 •

March 2024

Liz Manley, Coach Powers, and Bob, the chameleon I can't help loving.

Some skate and some skate around the truth.

Mar 21, 2024 •

Rendezvous for all of yous.

This February, we’re going to party like it’s 1899 and colder than a penguin’s butt.

Mar 4, 2024 •

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