Retired Navy after 23 years. I retired at the age of 40 years old. I've been out longer than I was in. All of the ships I served on have been made into razor blades. I had fun and I lived my life the best I could. Most of my shipmates are gone and I try to stay in touch with the remainder. It continues. Substance abuse counselor, builder of wooden boats, furniture maker, prison non-violence workshop facilitator, life observer, activist, reader, writer, geriatric subject of interest, generous tipper. I stay involved.
Jamie sat waiting. She’d got her dose from Barbara. Now she waited for her counseling session. She would be late if she didn’t leave soon. A date was going to be waiting for her and Jamie couldn’t lose another trick. The money was too good and she was using too many times lately. Jamie would … More Jamie and Sandy
THE EAGLE, THE CAT, AND THE PILGRIM I take a moment to rest my eyes and reflect, My mind clears from the book and begins to Take in the what lies beyond the window pane, Out there far above the earth, Circling in the sky an eagle flies down wind, The day is like the … More The Eagle, the Cat, and the Pilgrim
In a Flash Sensory Feast A rush of wind alerts me to Witness a bird launched Into the cedar by the road A moment before The wood smoke speaks. G. M. Goodwin 2012
SAN DIEGO WRITERS GROUP March 12, 2015 During my cross country trip in 2015 I was informed and then invited to attend a writers group that meets each Thursday in San Diego by Adam Stutz a Facebook friend. The format is for someone to present a piece of their poetry and then the group helps … More Discovered Fruit
I have known this quote forever, it seems. I read it first in the early-mid seventies when I was searching for the truth that I wanted but could not find. My eyes were dim and I could not see. I had no basic truths. Maybe one…”Keep your head down!”. That worked but not in every … More If you have a hero, look again: you have diminished yourself in some way.
Dear Diary: August 12 – Moved into my little house in Trevett. It is so beautiful here. The view of the back river and islands is stunning. The old pine in the front yard is enormous and certainly represents the great state of Maine. I look forward to the change in seasons. If there is … More It’s That Time of Year!
Where web surfing took me. Caedmon was a young holy man in Middle age England. He is the first recorded English poet. What an education Wiki gives, for free. (I donate to Wikipedia regularly.)
SURVIVING ON THE RED PLANET That time of day when the sun lowers itself into The few degrees of arc left to us earthlings, The wind from the south is playing games This day the first of December, It is 3:58 p.m. The alien scene is both terrible and amusing, Depending on your knowledge and … More Surviving on Mars
KISSING DENISE LEVERTOV This lovely face is reading to me with sexy lips and A voice that soothes and beckons, Her words speak directly to my inner being, Her mouth is drawing me toward dangerous Navigational hazards hidden in a swirling sea of Passion. My blistering heart is bursting through my clothing To reach out … More Kissing Denise Levertov
WHAT’S HAPPENING? The question is, “What’s happening?”. It wants to know if any event, gathering, object, situation is in progress and if that item is in the beginning, middle, or final portion of an activity. That is what passed before me last week when daylight saving time was being imposed upon us. This event, the … More Time is Boss
Playing Fair and Being Kind 