Long Dugout Poems

Judge Horne issued a decree that elections take place this week 
For the positions of mayor and sheriff in the town of Milton Creek 
It had now been nearly four years and was somewhat overdue 
Some known names...

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Preparations for 'Luau' (LOU-ow) or a Hawaiian Party-like event, for a church Luau, would be a 'Ho'ike' (hoe-'E-kay). The hunters will tie the hind legs of whatever animal will go into an 'i'mu' (E'-moo), which...

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The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence Chapter L.A.

I like to think of [the habit] as a bonfire or a lighthouse, so that light can shine out into places where there are no resources and there isn’t...

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You walked into my life and turn it upside down, you were certain that I could wear the golden crown, you have been following me from I was a child and you made several stories,...

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MEGANS HIT - the Baseball Sonnet
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"

I was...

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MEGANS HIT
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"

I was the last to bat--in...

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MEGAN'S HIT
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"

I was the last to bat--in...

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Opening Day with a Little Delay

Take me out to the ball game
 Of balls and strikes - bloopers and perfect games; 
 Basket catches, ERA’S, country hardball;
 Foul balls, the pick off, intentional walk, the...

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MEGAN'S HIT
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"
I was the last to bat--in...

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Everything is just like yesterday
Same boat, same coat, same joke
The river is receding and deeds are reveling
This morning I got up with an uncomfortable feeling
I was longing for something that was not there
And it leaves...

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GROWING UP ACROSS THE STREET FROM 
TIGER STADIUM HAS ITS ADVANTAGE
AND DISADVANTAGES.
BEING A YOUNGSTER 
HOT HUMID MUGGY SUMMER NIGHT.
DETROIT MICHIGAN.
JULY NINETEEN HUNDRED AND 73
WOULD TURN OUT TO BE A VERY
COLD
NIGHT.
IN THE MOST UNTHINKABLE WAY.
RUNNING AROUND...

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I have heard about a village by the sea where everyone has a master and doctorate degree, the population is about ten thousand and they all have unique qualities that you can use when you...

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I knew his face from a poster, 
That said he was wanted by the law, 
It had little affect on me, 
For I went by what I saw. 

Two eyes of blue looked up at...

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If something is out there you will see, if something is out there it will come running after thee, the squirrel is skilled at climbing trees and the bears can hold on to a certain...

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This poem was inspired by the interviews by Earl K. Pollon and S. S. Matheson conducted with native Sekanni peoples who were negatively effected by the flooding of their communal homelands by the building of...

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We've met again,...smile in hearts,
Before I resume to page you with what I have,
I welcome you to my desk,
Grace has brought you far to this late lap of expandable life race,
Where are we going to?
The...

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I can still feel autumn lingering in the clouds and the birds are flying restlessly about, the leaves are still hanging on the tree holding court with the squirrels in dugout boat as they wait...

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Birds seen flying together in large flocks tonight
Words of warning sounds emit as coos and cackles
Herds of cows start running toward the barn door light
Blurred together as a murder of black crows and grackles

Snow starts...

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O tender soul, o innocence defiled,
What cruelties did your youth upend?
Tormented by she who should cherish her child,
Instead her addictions made her your fiend.

Those eyes that should have beamed with a mother's love,
Grew cold and...

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Spring has sprung, the fields have turned green;
He walks to the sunshine and stands on his dream;
He grew up in fields of brown earth and sweet hay;
But the ones he loved best were the fields...

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There was a time when I was the one standing in that green grass
I was the little one running the bases, running fast

There was a time when I was the one fielding that ground ball,...

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She comes to bat with the score tied three to three.
Staring out at the pitcher,
she goes into her stance, 
just hoping the ball will come over the sweet part of the plate.
Into her motion, the...

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I almost trashed an anhinga in the middle of a street
leading out to the highway from our copycat
barrier island: sibling of another it resides beside,
curling around the end of the Florida coast as far north
as...

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As a poet who likes to make things rhyme,
It has been a mystery to me why some prefer "Free Verse".
I rarely, if ever at all, understand how to write in that style.
Perhaps, that is why...

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“Life’s A Lot Like Baseball”
 
Life’s a lot like baseball, neither is a simple game.
Each is filled with the stuff of life.
Both, so much the same.
Complete with hard work and training, nearly every day.
In each,...

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