Poems As Old Friends
My poems are like old friends I don’t see any more. It’s comforting to know they are there, Untouched, steady and ready To remind me where I’ve been And what I’ve done, what’s been lost And what will be forever.
Every few decades I put the TV away And wait for darkness to overtake the room, While I ask, who am I? The first response is gunfire in a canyon. Birds scatter, dogs howl and a rescue team Scrambles for answers Until the search is called off And I no longer see my hand, Only…
The Adventures of Chartan: On the Mountain
(Last week: The road trip is interrupted when police arrest Elisa after a traffic stop. Chartan and Brazil drive on, stopping to hike up a Sierra Mountain trail where Brazil reveals he may have killed a boy during combat in Vietnam.) Chartan and Brazil sat atop a giant boulder aglow in the overhead…
The Adventures of Chartan: A Plan is Hatched
(Last week: A confused Chartan returns to the comfort of driving a limousine as he doubts his ability to teach psychic healing to others.) Chartan clutched the podium. The 100-seat community room was full, but his focus was on the student in a wheelchair positioned in front of everyone—it was Elisa. He didn’t see Brazil…