Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)

Monday, February 16, 2026

It takes a village

Hillary Clinton once said that

"It takes a village" 

in reference to raising our kids.

She was exploring the notion of

embodying resilience,

of recognizing we're members of the same tribe,

of our mutual responsibilities to the 

recognizing the importance of the other. 

Notice, too, that embodying

has the word body as part of its' letters.

body.  somebody. anybody. everybody !

the web of nature finds us sharing so much

more than sounds and colors, appetites

and agonies, laughs and lusts.

we are the village.

we are a single musical note within the score.

 

when Bette and I sought to climb Quandry Peak,

the highest summit in Colorado's Tenmile Range, 

standing at 14,271 feet, we weren't thinking

about the village.

we weren't thinking about our relationships

with others.

we weren't thinking about caring for others.

at the moment of beginning our ascent from the dirt

parking area, we saw a sign that said there are no

easy 14'ers.  We thought we'd walk up the hill.

and then, the walk became serious. 

it was no cake walk, that's certain,

as i reflect on the effort. 

scree slopes; huge rocks; few flat sections and those only for mere feet;

hours of up and up looming over us in the distant clouds.

each step and a foot tilted and angled and, sometimes, slid.

one step followed another.  higher altitude with less oxygen caused

our breathing to become labored.  heaving chests.  no air.

we weren't thinking about the village.

Until, that is, descending climbers passed by with words

of encouragement.  "You've got this!" they said.

still, fatigue set in.

we stopped many times, trying to slow our heart rates,

catch our fleeing breath, again and again and again.

One passing couple suggested to Bette she should think short term:

take a couple of ascending steps

and then pause.  it was a good strategy.  It worked.

Another older gentleman told us that he already made several prior

attempts to reach the summit and failed.  This was his third try

and he made it.  He was elated at the success, proud and injected us both

with a renewed sense of optimism.

"You've got this!"

"Just a little ways to go!" said others.

"you're almost there!" 

We realized we were on a group effort.

The distance to the summit was closer, reachable.

and, yes, eventually we did stand on the summit in gratitude, 

sitting down for a long while,

soaking in the amazing views which stretched

for dozen of miles overlooking surrounding peaks and steep

valleys.  How did we manage?

I'm convinced we couldn't have made it on our own.

it was what strangers provided us as they spoke up and smiled.

feelings of support.  encouragement.  connection. 

yes, it was what we had inside of us, but equally important\

was what was between us and around us.

"You got this!" 

"It takes a village!" 

Friday, February 13, 2026

Chair with Peaches (Matisse, 1919)

the straw seat of the chair was near the altar
when i approached with my new idea.

i placed three peaches
on their white plate atop the French chair sitting
near the patterned wallpaper inside the blue space.

but the angle of the chair was unfamiliar to me
and my point of view.

moving forward, i held one peach
and took a single bite.

and as far as the chairs were concerned,
i had made a choice.

we were forever changed. 

Thursday, February 12, 2026

a battle for the human soul

The Bridge at Remagen

is not in the United States,
but it is a bridge too far,
no matter who you are:
what don't you understand?
it is not in Minneapolis
never has been
and never will,
no matter who you are
or how many you try to kill
with a hammer or an ice pick,
you prick.
the Super Dooper Looper
is a roller coaster
not a super storm trooper
with Kevlar vest and thermal eyes,
a black heart of steel and forked-tongue lies.
a grieving mother cries
under your cloud of steaming gas:
she's all the way from the fertile underclass
with an academic degree of dirty nails,
disdainful of your modern jails,
scornful of your belly fat:
your constant bragging about this or that!
if it's not a charade,
it's no longer an Independence Day parade
as far as i can see,
morally and intellectually,
it's a battle for our deepest, most humane human soul
and everyone has a role.

Mao's little red book

The Yellow River

with a mighty brown flood,

and the Yangtze

with potent dragon's blood:

millions of buried ghosts,

bodies dead or alive!

brave protesters in Hong Kong

finding it hard to thrive

inside Mao's little Red Book,

raising their heads for a gambler's quick look.

See!  there's the Great Wall:

a Terracotta army of the first Emperor

holding swords and shields, standing tall.

Dynasties leading deeply into times that last

with echos of great tragedies

from present to distant past.

fields of plenty and loss

almost too far to walk across;

sprawling cities on expansive coastal plains;

thunder beyond the near mountains followed by torrential rains,

arriving early or leaving too late,

keen eyes sipping pearl milk tea served on a special China dinner plate,

too proud to kneel

for another expensive Western meal!

Wednesday, February 11, 2026

you're no longer there

it's not as it used to be

as you can plainly see

not in our hours of daylight

or even late at night 

when i hang the picture of your face

on the wall by my resting place

and reach to touch your hair

when i look

you're no longer there 

when i thought i couldn't miss

you walked away with your kiss

so you don't miss me

confidentially 

like a tango would miss a beat

or a hot rod might miss the street

it's uncertain in my heart

how this stop can become a start

when i saw your smile on Sunday

it was gone again on Monday 

i reach to touch your hair

when i look

you're no longer there

Tuesday, January 27, 2026

on the edge of a knife

as white as ice

and not so nice

filled with dread

moments from dead

a shot in the arm

there's no charm

in the crowded street

there's strangers to meet

decisions to make

is it real or fake

but it's my life

on the edge of a knife

watching the news

trying to choose

which way will it go

but i don't know

wishing upon a star

there's agents in an armored car

and a dark truck

people without luck

holding a big gun

spoiling our fun

running their own show

unable to know

how to stop fights

how to uphold rights

as white as ice

and not as nice

filled with dread 

moments from dead

a shot in the arm

there's no charm

but it's my life

on the edge of a knife.

Sunday, January 25, 2026

on a southern horse

i heard Merl sing
after lunch time
on the prison floor
for a red hot dime


he sang real hard
meant everything he wrote
about a hanging judge
and a midnight rope

and a dark man
on a southern horse
underneath the tree
being held by force

long time ago
white as a sheet
in a rural land
with an ominous heat
 
remembering love
smiling at pain
trying to be brave
swinging in the rain

i heard Merl sing
outside his cell
just like Johnny Cash
deep in a wishing well

he sang real hard
meant what he said
that a Jim Crow's life
was how he was bred

long time ago
white as a sheet
in a rural land
with an ominous heat
 
and a dark man
on a southern horse
underneath the tree
being held by force 

Friday, January 23, 2026

Room 41

i'm sitting in Room 41
polishing and cleaning my gun;
i hear the copy cat blokes

as they're scorning my music hall jokes.

with no worries i'm out of their loop,
just spending time eating my soup

of the finest kettle of fish.


i'm framing my painting school dish:


it's a masterpiece of the new
with blue leather instead of a shoe.

 

Wednesday, January 21, 2026

opening all the heavy doors

look at the light show all around

full of the freshest air

sprouting from the cold hard ground

it's surrounding me on all my fours

and i'm running in place

keeping my own pace 

opening all the heavy doors

feeling fine

like a ripe grape hanging from a famous vine

where we sip and dine

on our dreams

yes, love, it's everything that it seems! 

a touch of my heart beating

realizing all my moments are fleeting

i'm facing ahead where my current steps lead

ignoring any obstacles trying to impede

my smile

yes it's been quite awhile

since i felt abused and poorly used

by some who thought me vulnerable and small

i've answered questions tossed my way across the hall

where monsters roam and spitballs fly

but i no longer wonder why

and i'm running in place

keeping my own pace 

opening all the heavy doors

feeling fine

like a ripe grape hanging from a famous vine 

where we sip and dine

on our dreams 

yes, love, its everything that it seems! 

Tuesday, January 20, 2026

a humble moment to reconsider

he was senseless in bed

she arranged the pillow around his head

it was a confusing day

no one had much to say

either the easy way or the hard way

was what he had last said

now everyone rejoiced that he was really dead

in this pleasant land

this Greenland land

where the natives danced and sang

and a church bell rang

then millions more began to ring 

globally celebrations under the sheets

happy marchers in the main and side streets

dogs and cats no longer being eaten

immigrants no longer being beaten 

the pillow was stained orange with sweat

and yet

the bands played with such joyful surprise

that all those lies

would be given an urgent moment to reconsider

what they had intended to do

now that truth was shining thru.  

Saturday, January 17, 2026

saving the world

i'm looking for feedback and community:

Solidarity, Lech Walesa, Poland

unity

in this terrible hour

in this time when peaceful co-existence is imperiled 

in the face of a terrible menace

don't guess 

which way to turn!  

a group is waiting for you

to add your strength and your courage and hope...

yes, hope is not hopeless.

the saying 'Don't tread on me'

is really saying don't tread on us.

years ago,  i left my fellow Team 95 comrades;

it was simply another hot, dusty day in South Vietnam,

early 1970 and i remember it well...leaving hell

some said, and wished me well

others said don't forget us

tell everyone what you've seen, what you heard 

spread the word

of truth when back in the land of the big PX

in the land of the beautiful round eye

apple pie

and i boarded my freedom bird

heard the relieved cheers

saw tears 

and i went to march in the street

beat

the drums

sound the alarm

i felt that we had done so much harm

here to ourselves and to the people of that foreign land

and so,

and so

i drove to foot march the streets of Washington, DC

near the mall and the monument

where i was surrounded by thousands of American people

protesting as we could the continuation of a faraway

war

and many of our signs said STOP THE WAR

but there was more.

what we were saying was 

listen to the citizen speak,

the voters must have a voice

we deserve a choice!

we will not be shut out 

we will shout

we will persist

we will resist 

and i continually felt the presence of my fellow soldiers 

those left behind in Vietnam 

from where they watched

behind their sandbags and their towers

and their armored vests 

i heard them urge us all to do more

not only to STOP THE WAR,

to stop the insanity. 

a rushing wind blew and i knew 

we needed to find new words,

new messages,

new heralds who will take up the torch

carry it into any looming darkness

with nothing less to do than

saving the world...saving the world.

and so,

we are now here. 

we will resist together. 

Wednesday, January 7, 2026

visiting Caracas with Absolute Resolve

early one morning

they grabbed him by the balls 

they took his wife along for the ride, too,

shuffling blindfolded down those darkened halls. 

his bodyguards lay scattered on the floor

unable to protect anything anymore. 

a quick and bloody raid

USA made

in the dead of night visiting Caracas

without passports or visas or any intent to party 

uninvited the Delta Force personnel came

hale and hardy

locked and loaded

to kill and then to kidnap

the narco-terrorist fat cat

that the American foxy media said was a threat!

well, who will take that bet? 

the President and his wife, Cilia

both claimed their innocence

which made perfect sense

because that's what Trump always proclaims

as he blusters and babbles and defames. 

Jessica in Madrid, Spring 2006

Jessica in Madrid, Spring 2006
daughter is empowering herself