This poem was inspired by a John Santos concert that paid tribute to and featured Cuban jazz. Held in SF Jazz’s beautiful venue, the music transcended the location, reaching a patchwork of cultures, traditions and times. NOTES IN THE KEY OF SEE Skat, sticks,...
Hot is what I used to be. Not now. I feel the chill coming on and the warm days are numbered. I remember the Midwest September so many years ago when the corn harvest is complete. A lone man sits atop a combine to plow under the leavings. A woman wrapped in red...
“That, my girl, is a blaze of glory,” he said his gloved hands wrapped around the handle of a rake. Mom snorted a laugh. “Ha, the only blaze of glory a man like you will ever have.” My khaki-clad dad scowled. I turned back to the pile of leaves, a flaming pyre,...
Photo: Hila Ratzabi in Acadia National Park in Maine Thank you to poet Hila Ratzabi for sharing her thoughts on eco-poetry. Hila’s dedication to poetry and the potential that poetry has to make tangible, positive changes continues to inspire me. Hila Ratzabi was...
I was walking one day through the misty shadows of my life wondering about the why of my world, the why of my work and thinking I should be more useful. Useful like a train engine able to drag and to push, to travel great distances or only move other cars around a...
