Tis the Season for Rock and Roll (poem)


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dance in the morning
when it’s seven a.m
and the dog is on the leash
with sleep still slowing my limbs

Then the percussion kicks in
and a smile slides onto my face
as i hum along and my stride lengthens
and my blood begins to wake my stiff sore legs

it’s October now and like the change
in the seasons
my taste in music alters as the summer
wind cools
and the shadows lengthen
I need something more dynamic
to reach me where the sunlight wanes

Rock and Roll
with Tina’s steely voice and Janis’
raw sexuality
and Bob Seger’s Night moves ready me
for the season of cold nights
and lovemaking

Before my first cup of coffee
I’ve danced to Boston
lip synced to Steve Perry
and was your private dancer
in this sick cycle carousel
this record player we call life

Michigan Summers (poem)


(Photo: Andrew Montgomery )


I miss Michigan summers
When the lakes were filled to spilling
On the shores of lake erie
In n the parks of green

I miss the path passed the lakeside
Between the pool and tennis courts
Where my blades cut paths unyielding
Pushed back only by the wind

I miss the path as it dashed into the woods
Three miles out and three miles in
Where by now sweat dripped freely down my back
And the breeze dried it upon my skin

I can smell that place a thousand miles away
See the people walk in groups as I turn the corner
Earth, water, and air and me burning

I miss those summers that looking back
Though those times were wrought with care
I was a single gooses feather floating
Loving pushed by a scented fresh ocean air.

I miss those summertime places
Summertime spaces of my youth
When I was hell on wheels with earbuds racing
Faster and faster to my truth

I miss those Michigan summers
When I was younger and the sun was warm
As a ghost I go back to those spaces
Where the wind was cool
When all that chased me was my shadow
And even that wasn’t as dark, and I the fool

Oh to be the fool once more
On the path beside the lake
Those Michigan summers
Beside lake Erie’s shores….

Sunday: Pajama Day (Snuggle for Existence)


(Photo: Ray Hennessy)

Oh, boy!

It’s cool outside. Winter is sliding out of the door and it’s that time of year again! The time of year we lose an hour of sleep and spend the next three weeks grumbling at the time clock.

It’s that time of year when accidents increase, tempers flare, and people wandering around sort of jogged after losing an hour of sleep!


Pajama day.

The day after the Chamber of Commerce’s forced hour loss so we can all shop more, I suggest a national holiday of resistance.

Pajama Day

This is the day you will catch up on reading, watching old television shows snuggled up on the couch, watch a string of movies (like Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and the beloved Family movie of all time: The Godfather).

Put on a pot of soup beans, order a pizza, or grab take out Chinese and vow to stay in your pajamas ALL DAY!

Have funky hair, bad breath, have a coffee cup within reaching distance, fuzzy slippers, fuzzy socks, fuzzy animals sitting nearby, and relax.

And if you have to shop, Amazon your happy heart out.

Buy that pepper grinder in the shape of a cow!

Buy the greatest collection of Western works (all 57 volumes) for 200 dollars (used)!

Crack a window, curl up, and take a nap!

Get through this forced jet lag of a day and start your Monday off right. So freaking rested you’re ready to take on anything.

Some days it’s  a struggle for existence.

So make today, A snuggle for existence!