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Like every night she steps upon the porch To hear the clack, clack, clack across the floor, An anxious whine, tail thumping like a drum, And then the yelp when she…
Writing
Essays and poetry on how we find our bearings — or fail to — through love, loss, literature, memory, and the passage of time.
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2026
Like every night she steps upon the porch To hear the clack, clack, clack across the floor, An anxious whine, tail thumping like a drum, And then the yelp when she…
She walks in sunshine, with shadows of friends Thrown by white painter pants and a whiter smile, Like sun-glint snow, a brilliant prospect So near to my heart, my…
There once was time that stood outside of time – No earth, no sky, no water, air, or land. Then came the Word, the voice of God sublime – Light through the…
A pure pink passion plucked on Friday night, Soft petals brightened by her smile’s glow To open like my heart she set in flight? Is it Adam’s Curse that we must…
My love is not some fancy in the heart, A rush of blood, or coursing through the veins, A heated passion tearing me apart, To leave a hole when nothing else…
A man stands high above a rippled lake Its leaden surface brightened some by clouds Where whiter still a host of swans patrol As trees flame brightly in their…
The question on your lips, ahh fire, not kissing on my mind. You ask again, no words, but that pleading in your eyes, What, what, what light, so white against your…
Can you name the great English and American poets? Who comes to mind? Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton, Wordsworth, Whitman. Perhaps Carl Sandberg or Robert Frost? Can…
We walked the silent halls of Mercy Beset by whispered ghosts of Kentucky, Of plaid-skirted girls giggling down corridors Decaying now like leaves well past their…
I believe that all life is precious. Life by necessity must fight the elements of chaos and disorder to remain alive and to pass on life. If life did not act like…
Welcome Back — She spent seven weeks in Kazakhstan. It’s good to have her back. I had business travel. We had a family reunion. We got pulled between pillar and…
Live Bold — The pool is a rectangle. It has a concrete bottom, plainly visible through clear water at a depth from three and a half feet at the shallow end to four…
Going for the gold — Beautiful morning. Bright sunshine. Crisp October air, but flags at the beach whipping straight out at the water. Uh oh. A breeze from land…
Knowing Where You Are — I had a sudden realization almost as soon as I got in the ocean today, though only after I got over the biological shock of the cold water…
Getting Home — The ocean at first looked calmer than the air, with a light rain just starting. Thankfully the water was not freezing like I expected. Maybe mid…
With Fat Fingers — Spring skiing can seem something like sloshing through hell. The snow is melting beneath your skis and you wonder if you should have brought a…
Starting Over — It was a cloudy morning with a hint of sun peeking through in the east at hopeful intervals. I determined to get down to the ocean before the…
Or, Baby Boomer meets feminist punk rocker — What is new is exciting. What is old can be treasured. Put the two together and you have a trio of lifelong friends…
Where is our red balloon? — What do you do when you know time should stop? Yet it refuses. It does not pause even long enough to let us take in grief. How do we…
Sh*t My Russian Wife Says — Like I mentioned a few days ago, we just got back to our summer home. The wife rearranges the bathroom, which largely means that my…
Tales from Down Under — Down under the water, that is. I walked down to the lake this morning to find it was 58 degrees. Chilly, but a step up from where it was a…
The Meeting of Antony and Cleopatra (1885), Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema
OCEAN SWIM — This late in the year, I want to get in the water as much as I can, because it is going to be a long winter. October water is often warmer than the…
The Garden — Navigation is about more than swimming. It is about how we find our bearings as we move through life. Some paths are chosen. Others seem chosen for…
Ocean Swimming – TOSS UP — I woke to a burst of sunshine, and reconsidered my plan to avoid the ocean because of high surf. I can handle the swells, as long as I…
Ocean Swim - Shiver Me Timbers — If your body temperature is ideal right now, take a moment to appreciate this. We need warmth to move, and more importantly, to…
Ocean Swim Again — I broke the rules this morning. My own rules. I had sworn off ocean swims on foggy mornings because my struggles, if any, would be witnessed by…
Ignore Evolution At Your Own Risk — Ocean Swimming Again I woke before the sun rose, looking forward to what looked like a clear day, with some cloud cover to keep…
Essays by Cliff Boyle — In the hustle and bustle of living our lives, we often forget to reflect on—and enjoy—that life while we can. At least that is part of my…