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Bert Sommer in Brockport (“it was the ’70s”) . . . and a bit of my M.O.)

I am casting a net—hoping to pull in a catch of informed insights, quirky anecdotes, and pithy quotes from people I have never met. Telescoping back more than fifty years—and … Continue reading

September 19, 2020 · 2 Comments

Haiku for a Pandemic Summer

  Haiku #1 Nectars of choice sipped Socially distanced, of course Yet I feel her buzz.   Haiku #2 Red polish licks toes Will leaden spirits take flight? Hovering is … Continue reading

August 8, 2020 · 2 Comments

Special Delivery

I opened my front door to see the familiar arrow swooshing toward me on a sizable box, as a question mark thought-bubble rose to meet the falling autumn leaves. I … Continue reading

June 22, 2020 · 2 Comments

This End Up – a poem

You once told me you’d end up in a cardboard refrigerator box under an overpass. “Oh Neil” I laughed. You loved to make me laugh.   You tucked me in … Continue reading

January 22, 2020 · 2 Comments

Bert Sommer — Shindig! Issue #94

There he was again—the tall, gangly kid with the tangled mop of hair, his floppy sneaker laces dragging around the stage as The Vagrants set up. What was he, 16? … Continue reading

September 2, 2019 · 5 Comments