At 18, I loved a poem by Lawerence Ferlinghetti: “I Am Waiting.” I was waiting for a way out And for someone to hold me for despair to take a hike for the tears to stop for the sun to rise for somebody to tell me who I am for an apology and an explanation for something …
Category Archives: Poetry
Remembrance
I remember a few of Jerry's pots. I remember the pale glaze on the one we gave to Dick Foth. I remember the one we sold to the owner of Country Fair. I remember the cross he made for Urbana Assembly …
The Mountains also Testify
“For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse.” Romans 1:20 At my daughter’s, almost every morning for the last three weeks, I’ve walked across the lawn and boulders of her back yard, …