Hello friends, this 2017 poem celebrates my Zen masters, cats Max and Tony, experts at reminding me to connect with the “splendid now.” I call this feline instruction “Zen Lite” in its insistent softness — no long meditation, no sitting with old bones that don’t move as they once did. Purring and nighttime kisses […]
The poet Walt Whitman knew that all things were connected in a cosmic unity. As one ages the realization deepens that this unity has been there all along.
I’d like to express my appreciation to all those who came to the Watkinsville Marigold Festival and purchased my books.
This is a wonderful honor for me, as well as the group of Athens poets who helped refine my poems weekly at Donderos’ Kitchen over coffee and brownies.
i am more grateful for the early morning hours. Consider them a “gearing up” for the regular visits from Right at Home, regular exercise, and the helpful presence of Carl, my sidekick, who helps me remain active and writing these posts.