friends leave footprints here
fields of memories warm spirit
leaves crackle under feet
...
Born in and again reside in Minnesota. Spent between 1969 and 1982 in the Bay Area. Co-Editor of JUICE, now an e-zine. Writing since age 10 with some seriousness since 1974. Winner of the Ina Coolbrith Memorial Poetry Award in 1978 and 1979 with the poems sharing a place in the University of California (Berkeley) Archives. Wrote and illustrated a child's book of poetry in 1981- never submitted - it rests on our bookshelf. Working on a book of poetry with Stephen S. Morse, 'Places that Linger', dedicated to our granddaughter. Published in: Studio One, JUICE, Eskimo Pie, Seldom Nocturine, Mystery Island, Poets for America, James River Poetry River, Poetry Super Highway, A Strange Road: A Revolution In Ideas and Artistic Expression, and A Bereavement Project)
1958
my toes tingled
with prickly pins
cotton balls wedged
between them
I walked without feet
we would fight
arms pulled
legs kicked
me and my friend with
black cropped hair
bill cosby LP blared
as her brothers
and sister
cheered our wrestling
on rough grey carpet
her dad in white apron
red spotted
blood of meats
stained the counter
of his 'mom & pop' market
her mother drank beer
in local bowling alley
balls clunked and spun
pinball bells wailed
smoke circled overhead
bald babies sat
in screen cages
poked and prodded
chubby arms
buddha bodies
we slept outside
sparking fireflies darted
heat lightening simmered
in moist summer night
no one spoke
except frogs croaked
in darkness of summer mist
and my toes tingled
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