A chance to

catch up to

where you are;

As an artist and

community builder.

A combination of painting

and promotion

without a pre-set plan.

To say we’re proud of you

is an understatement.

Our friend.

Our painter.

Our housemate.

You made it happen Gail;

It was your opening;

And now we all can have it.

October 15, 2022

What to do with

a world gone bad.

How to be sure

you don’t go mad?

Can you find comfort

in isolation?

Is there a place

that provides insulation?

There is no escape.

Turn on the TV;

Pick up a newspaper;

Don’t like what you see?

Yet the fact remains

we are more, not less,

at peace to face and

work to fix the mess.

October 11, 2022

(I’m pleased to post this poem by my friend Caroline Donnola)

Who needs poetry

when people are bleeding to death

on battlefields

in subway cars

in schools, synagogues, churches?

Who needs poetry

when famine and starvation

deprive small children

of the sustenance they need to grow?

Who needs poetry

when the rulers of the world

fail to lead again and again,

their capacity to become

forces for good

doubtful at best.

Who needs poetry

when the earth is erupting—

spitting out torrential rain and gale-force wind,

destroying lives, defying future generations,

while millions of acres burn to the ground,

maiming life-giving trees

with no rain in sight?

Who needs poetry

when all seems hopeless

and all seems lost?

When decent people

have no say

and struggle to survive?

When the future seems unreal

and the past reminds us

of all the ways we’ve failed?

Poetry, my friends,

did not get us into this mess.

Perhaps its day will come.

We’ll get up every morning

and, brushing aside our usual chores,

we’ll make the time

to open our hearts,

let the words flow

like petals from a broken flower

that will never mend

but can be reborn.

You can do the same thing 

two days in a row,

and on one day

catch a fish and

the next day no.

Something looks different.

Adjust if you must.

Find the answer,

or just pick a fly,

cast, and give a try.

Answer the river’s call;

Logic leaves us small. 

October 5, 2022