I ignored him until he throttled down. That was not normal. It was a pleasant night, but an hour after curfew. City lights from Saigon to the east turned the dark a velvety purple, and the sweet smell ... [+]

Mountain No.
74-year old grandfather. Served with IVS, Vietnam, 1968-69 in II Corps/III Corps. Police-fire-court reporter for Holyoke (MA) Transcript. Editor for GTE NW "Newsworthy" paper. PA Officer (DAE) for FEMA, Region 10, 15 years. Member Poets West Society. Currently, substitute high school teacher, Everett, WA.
Published works
Mid-American Back Roads
Flocks in flight, Murmurations Of rippling ribbons Against rain-full skies Above the stubble fields ... [+]
Paper and Ink
She didn't think herself a racist. She'd had black school friends, worked with black women at the restaurant, and watched Oprah daily.But when her seven-year-old, white daughter brought home a ... [+]
Indiana at 3 a.m.
In the morning night When streetlight shadows Scramble rat-ways Under parked cars And rain, down ... [+]
North Carolina Road Trip
They serve Pit-cooked pork Says the sign Beneath the mossy oaks Of Alligator Swamp, Where vines ... [+]
While Transporting Motorcycles in Vietnam
I wedge myself between the Hondas,Giving up my place to him,Moving slowly and with help.Pant legs ... [+]
Saigon '68
I have seen you, shell-shocked city,Shimmer in the parachute flaresThe day's dust and exhaust ... [+]
While We Breathe
One March afternoon in 1969 I was on the deck of a Chinese junk listening to the water clop against the wooden hull and enjoying a breeze that blew toward the South China Sea. The junk bobbed ... [+]