August 2002 – August 2022: Gifts & Blessings
Sean Murphyi. August 2002 – August 2022 Twenty years. I’m of course of a certain age...
For My Mother on Her Birthday
I’m scared, I said. “It’s okay,” she said. “You know I’ll never leave you, right? I...
Please Talk about Me When I’m Gone
MY MOTHER EVENTUALLY became acquainted with the white-walled world of procedures and all that happens—before,...
Roger Waters: Shining On
There are so many musicians I admire, a smaller circle I adore, a smaller one...
Original Poem: Chet Baker’s Smog
It remains a blessing for this writer to find publications that “get” him –and what...
Original Poem: Ghost Poem
I’m always appreciative of the great work Washington Writers’ Publishing House does, and if you’re...
Original Poem: South Loudon Street, First Sustained Frost
Big thanks to Plum Tree Tavern for publishing two of my poems in their latest...
Original Poem: The Voices in Your Head
Big thanks to Plum Tree Tavern for publishing two of my poems in their latest...
Aug 4, 1967: The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
8/4/1967: It was 55 years ago, today. With any discussion of 1967 (in general) and...
Original Poem: South Loudon Street, Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Pretty amazing to share space with the remarkable Diane Seuss (Pulitzer Prize winner, folks) and...