Contemplations, Justice, Reflections, Social Commentary


I sleep and dream

of a celestial encounter

with an angelic lady

who offers me peace & love 

until I awaken to a nightmare

on Sunday morning TV

where I see

Trump’s Viral Pandemic

spreading fear and hate

across terrestrial reality

Is this our fate?

Contemplations, Love, Nature, Poetry, Reflections


flying like an eagle above the carnage

and scatology scattered on land & sea

by Homo Sapiens enslaved by insatiable

appetites and Freudian proclivities

while I wander like a wolf on surface

of sand snow & stone

seeking strangers on the open road

to feed my hungry mind

and inspire my spirit

to fly free across Dark Energy

and Shining Stars

Contemplations, Nature, Reflections



sitting on a comfy couch before the big bay window 

marveling at Mama Nature’s scenic slideshow—

First comes hail then sleet and finally snow falling

as the wanton wind carries me upstream 

past waterfalls ferns spruce and cedar   

then up Old Columbia Highway to Crown Point 

while below snow evaporates in white smoke

rising from a pulp factory polluting the spawning 

ground of  sacred salmon and sturgeon 


sipping tea in the Daly Café in downtown Portland

after feasting on a salad of eggplant and tuna

then browsing in Powell’s Bookstore 

and worshipping the written word 

I purchase The Confessions of Nat Turner 

and walk out into Portland’s rain

without an umbrella in the Pearl District— 

where the year ends with friends

at Huber’s Bar & Grill celebrating 


Contemplations, Justice, Poetry, Reflections, Social Commentary


Sleeping into the New Millennium

On this singular occasion when the world is celebrating the end of a century and ushering in a new millennium

i am fast asleep, fatigued by the ceaseless flow of words, celebrations and consumer products filling the airwaves and my aging brain with retrospectives and prognostications.

Ok, i admit it, i’m a wee bit weird when it comes to secular feast days and super-hyped Hollywood extravaganzas from Fiji to Hawaii, and all points in between. Even poor little Cuba is given air time on ABC.  The Copacabanastill inspires nostalgia here at home.

The broadcaster, Peter Jennings, morosely speculates on life in that pariah paradise with its perennial dictator, Fidel.  Peter is pontificating on how “ordinary Cubans” were not permitted to attend the gala in the Copa. Where he gets his information is beyond me; he does not identify his source, however the implication is clear: Cubans are oppressed by their inability to attend this New Year’s Eve bash at the Copa.  Obviously this icon of American journalistic objectivity is unaware that ordinary Cubans, indeed ordinary Norte Americanos, could not afford to attend this event even if they wanted to.  

It is like the White House Millennial dinner, an exclusive invitation only affair, where the price of admission is steeper than at the Copacabana.  
What Peter fails to say is that the Cuban people are probably having one hell of a time partying as only they can, in their neighborhoods, bars, clubs and cabanas. They are not as slavish to spectator entertainment as we are but they do know how to party. The streets and clubs of Havana are jammin’ tonight. It’s too bad the networks won’t show the good times the Cubans are having without U.S. control and domination.