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
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
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
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
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
