Saturday, June 22, 2024

Dead PAD 28-1

 Spring Suspense


Every spring I eye that tree with trepidation.

Is it dead?

Will I have to pay a high price for removal?

Will I stare at a tree stump and grieve its loss?

Two trees stood at the front of this property.

They were part of the reason why we chose it.

One died.

Every spring, I watch while other trees green up.

Then finally a couple months in,

this late bloomer joins the land of the living.

Will it this spring?

Friday, June 21, 2024

Remix PAD 27-3

 From April 20


Meeting a Bear in the Woods


Ten children with four teachers there

On forest trails for a long hike

They all would soon meet a black bear

But soft and stuffed as children like


Adults removed the bright red bow

And placed her there by a tall tree

And as the kids came marching by

There was the bear for all to see


We said to make a lot of noise

They raised their arms, shouted and yelled

With someone’s help the bear ran off

The children lived to tell the tale



Thursday, June 20, 2024

Remix PAD 27-2


From April 2


A Place Called Happy


At a loss

It’s good to be sad

Feeling pain

Not too long

There is room for wounded souls

A place called happy

Wednesday, June 19, 2024

Remix PAD 27-1

 From April 23


The heart

of the writer

searches for truth,

even if they express it

in the most creative fantasy.

Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Persona PAD 26-3



My wife, Connie, and I eat meals together three times a day, but mostly in silence. I can’t talk when I’m eating or I’ll choke. I listen to her talk about her day. As she tells me her long list of things to do, I wish I could help her. I used to do about half of the things she has on her list these past six and a half years. I do what I can from my wheelchair. I spend a lot of time keeping track of finances down to the finest minutia. I make phone calls and order medicine, make appointments and figure out health insurance. But sometimes it gets frustrating due to my garbled speech. It takes effort to speak clearly and I’m exhausted after a phone call. I get exercise shuffling with my walker to the bathroom, the living room, the kitchen, the sun room and out on the back porch when it’s nice. I like to sit in the sun. I go to church on Sundays. That’s my outing for the week. It’s hard to watch my wife fling the fifty-pound motorized chair in the hatchback with an umph. This situation gets depressing, but I know if I fall into a pity party, I’ll make things worse. I take it a day at a time, pray, and get the most joy I can out of life as is and be thankful for the wonderful things I do have, like the Lord, my wife, and the ability to think.


Almost seven years

Two pontine strokes (at brain stem)

Making best of it

Monday, June 17, 2024

Persona PAD 26-2



It’s been like this all my life.

Surrounded by people

who chatter like ducks.

My words are in my head,

but I can’t get them out.

They say I have autism.


They talk to me,

but only a few of my words

have come out

in nearly thirty years.

So I express myself with my IPAD.

But I can also get my message across without it.


I have signs for yes and no.

I have sounds when I’m not happy.

I have humming and buzzy sounds

as I run up and down the hallway

telling myself stories.

I listen and do what they say.


I stroke a person’s face if I like them.

I ignore them if I don’t.

Some call me “little Jake” like I’m a baby.

Some shout as if I can’t hear.

Some treat me like I’m 29, my age.

I like them the best.


Someday, my words might unstick,

but until that miracle happens,

I’ll be content watching my movies at home

and “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”

when I’m at Connie’s house,

five minutes at a time, over and over.





Sunday, June 16, 2024

persona PAD 26-1



O boy! Here they come!

There are ten of them.

They run to my fence

and reach their little hands through.



I don’t know which way to run!

I go up and down the fence

getting their love pats.

I’m so glad

when the human pups come!


But just as fast as they come,

they’re gone to explore the forest

and do whatever they do

here at the nature center.

I can hear them shouting and laughing.


I guess I’ll go back

to guarding the alpacas.

That’s what Anatolian shepherds

are born to do.

But I do like it when the pups come.