Early in October on the Merritt Parkway. I left Mystic just a short time ago. The sun is lowering in the west and I drive nearly directly into it. I am going to California to visit people I haven’t seen in years and meet my granddaughters for the first time. Early October of 2012 and … More LARGO


ORCHID I feel sensual while regarding orchids, I want to taste the bud, I want to breathe the air close to the petals, I want to hear waves washing ashore in Carlsbad late at night, When the grunion are running and I am lying atop you. G. M. Goodwin 17 January 2014

Death of Love

The sweetest flesh Falls to earth, The crows of distrust tear at the Corpse, Spilling sweet scented petals, The bones of a fairy-tale dream lie Scattered and bleached under the glare of Real. Women, mothers and sisters, weep for the dead, In truth, for themselves, Men, with no clue, watch in solemn ignorance incapable of … More Death of Love

Scot MacKenzie Goodwin

Yesterday, shortly after 6 P.M., son Scot MacKenzie Goodwin passed onto a different place. Scot was a victim of early onset Alzheimer’s Disease. He has been moving from hospital to medical facility to institution for the past year as he lost ground in his struggle to retain whatever level of cognition he could. It has … More Scot MacKenzie Goodwin

From Seven Years Ago

ROADSIDE CROSSES New Mexico sanctions the placement of crosses along public highways. The crosses locate the points on earth where loved ones have left us; mostly as the result of traffic accidents. The crosses are typically decorated with plastic flowers and other memorabilia. Crosses placed for children have stuffed toys. The sites marking the placements … More From Seven Years Ago

Looking Into Canyons

LOOKING INTO CANYONS I’ve looked up at walls of ocean more than a hundred feet high rushing toward shores hundreds of miles away. I, lying with my back pressed against the steel of my protection, eyes wide and mouth shouting, Holy shit! Tons of ocean racing under storm and wind and dark, over and past … More Looking Into Canyons


EARWORM I’ve been listening to the first three or four lines of Brenda Lee singing “I’m Sorry” for near three hours this morning. The voice-in-my-head is getting sweeter but I’m tired of it. If I had my druthers, I’d prefer Vikki Carr singing “It Must Be Him!” or maybe Barbra Streisand singing anything at all. … More Earworm


SOLACE “Grace is solace on horseback”, This opening line to a poem by A friend of a friend with whom I dearly want to be a friend. Grace and Solace, Words which are familiar, But I often look up words to ingest them so they nourish me. These words are simple and Both have a … More Solace