Kenwood House
One of my favourite spots in North London is Kenwood House, home to a marvelous tea shop and an even better collection of fine art. Among the jewels of the collection are two paintings, one by...
View ArticleBlaze
Not so long ago, I inherited a coat that had belonged to a far-flung relative. I learned a lot about him from what I found in the pockets. The more I learned, the more I appreciated the man. I...
View ArticleOur real work
Over at Poetic Asides, the November Poem-A-Day challenge is in full swing. Last Thursday, the prompt was to talk back to a poet. I chose to respond to Wendell Berry, not in disagreement but rather in...
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A little poem about patience. sunrise to do the same thing over and again expecting a different outcome is sometimes called insanity i call it hope To share with friends over at the wonderful...
View ArticleWhile You Wait
Remembering a local business that disappeared in the name of progress. I can’t show you a picture, because it’s gone. But here’s the general location, right next to the tracks where it sat before the...
View ArticleThirteen folds
Not so long ago, down at the theater, we temporarily had to take down a large American flag. The man I was working with treated this job with the utmost care. I found the whole experience strangely...
View ArticleDrink Me
Last night, there it was. A heart in a coffee cup. We just looked at it and rubbed our eyes. For me, coffee and love have always gone together. In Tanka form… should you find my heart floating in...
View ArticleMultiplication
In honor of tax day, and with a grateful nod to Garrison Keillor and the Writer’s Almanac… Multiplication If The Writer’s Almanac is to be believed (as if that’s even a question), Federal Income Tax...
View ArticleCastro Camera
This past week was Harvey Milk Day. Milk was an amazing man, a flawed hero, a great gift and a significant loss. I wrote this short piece last November in his honor. Castro Camera He was just...
View ArticleSeventeen
It’s a whirlwind season in my home life. Graduations, college preparation, combing through old pictures, casting off items we forget we had and certainly will never use again. Everyone is drifting –...
View ArticleYear 24: Nothing says I love you like a banjo
picture from GitBox Culture For my beautiful wife, on our wedding anniversary. Not the most romantic of sonnets, but consider the alternatives. This year was supposed to be a silver plate, and next...
View ArticleJuly 29, 1981
Photo credit: 80s Actual For whatever reason, I seem to be on a royal streak (flush?) right now. Here’s a brief memory of events from 32 years ago. Britain in the late 70s and early 80s was pretty...
View ArticleSonnet: Talking on the phone to the mother of two pre-schoolers
Written with the greatest admiration for anyone who works at home looking after small children. How y’all get anything done is a minor miracle. Apart from, you know, EVERYTHING which you somehow...
View ArticleThe Virgin and Child with St Anne and St John the Baptist
It was a bit over five hundred years ago that Leonardo da Vinci drew the cartoon shown above. It is thought to have been a study for a larger religious painting, but apparently that work never came to...
View ArticleGive my regards to Jerry
The monthly 50% off sale our our local Goodwill is a huge magnet for bargain hunters. It’s amazing the slice of life you can meet as you fight through the crowded aisles. Give my regards to Jerry...
View ArticleThank You For The Music
Every once in a while, a “tribute band” comes through town on a national tour. Last weekend, we hosted “ABBA Mania” – a two-hour show chock full of ABBA’s greatest hits. It was a great evening, and...
View ArticleOn teaching (the ukulele)
(A short meditation on teaching, and talent, and the ukulele) On teaching the ukulele It has been said: those who can, do; those who can’t, teach. It sounds quite clever, because, like all lies,...
View ArticleLullaby
Picture from the Admiralty Blog Here in Indiana, we’ve begun 2014 with a snow storm. Listening to the weather forecasts on the radio takes me back to my childhood in England, listening to BBC Radio...
View ArticleSnowbound
Here in northern Indiana, it doesn’t take much talk of snow before the conversation turns to the great blizzard of January 1978. I was visiting Goshen, Indiana, when that incredible storm hit. We were...
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