Papa Poet

She entered the Burger King with a cardboard box three quarters full of sticky red candy apples. Going from table to table she offered her wares. I, like everyone else, declined. I wish I hadn’t.
Burgandy glaze
drape red delicious
caramel eyes
penetrate cafe bar-
rios baptize
white-capped guilt into
Dios’ grande grays

My first date with my wife was to a Peter, Paul, and Mary concert.  I had become a fan at 10.  This song didn’t make the hit parade when it was released on “Album 1700″ in 1967.  Though it conflicted me then, and haunts me still.
THE GREAT MANDALA (The Wheel of Life)
Peter Yarrow- Pepamar Music […]

I first wrote Leaking as a short story. I offer it here for your comments.
Leaking
Strange but I think I’m leaking. It’s hard
to know (of course), but perhaps
it’s the dawn of Alzheimer,
wisenheimer, John Jacob Jingleheimer
Schmidt, has life always sucked?
Live a day, die a day, live again.
White on white, black on black.
I want my baby […]

I travel a lot.  One of the joys of traveling is finding a good place to eat that doesn’t break the bank.  After having spent a week in Cincinnati I was ready for something different, so I asked the hotel clerk for a recommendation and definitely found something different at Mary’s Hamburgers.
Mary’s Hamburgers
Mary’s Hamburgers
in Cincinnatti […]

1st Poetry Reading is a small hint at the I joy I receive in grandparenting. This was not my first grandchild, nor my first poetry reading. It was my first poetry reading with a grandchild.
1st Poetry Reading
coffee
dark roast
audience
small, eclectic
words
English, Spanish
applause
polite, sincere
grandchild
sleeping, startled
son
proud, humble
grandfather
soothing, doting
poetry
staged, created