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Starlings in Flight

Suddenly loosed from the ties that bind me to the world
I float freely in a maze of starlings in flight
Seeing the patterns we weave as we make them
As if on the outside, an observer watching
Stunned by a beauty I cannot comprehend,
And when I can stand it no longer
Being both within and without
Both inside and out
Stricken with vertigo,
Terrified, and blinded by rage,
I pretend it never happened
And watch it disappear
Like a dreamer at the edge of waking.

January 19, 2018   Comments Off on Starlings in Flight

The Empty Glass

Kneeling by the stream
Water rushing through fingers
Soft sand drifting by
Like stretch marks, like preambles mumbled
In a vain attempt to get my head around “The Waste Land,”
Lost before I can remember
Because the fleeting moment does not abide…
It has always been thus,
Never smart enough or quick enough
Not good or bright enough
To fathom what so quickly passes,
Though it is worse now, much worse
Because the glass is almost empty.

July 13, 2017   Comments Off on The Empty Glass


It was a secret war that I had lost,
Casting off winter’s cast
Only to find a dead man.

April 18, 2016   Comments Off on Epitaph

Sunrise in Autumn

Sunrise at the Farm in Spring

September 16, 2015   Comments Off on Sunrise in Autumn



June 18, 2013   Comments Off on Reykjavík


December 3, 2012   Comments Off on Evora


It is hubris that usually does us in. That was certainly the case with Lance Armstrong, who believed he was so gifted he was invulnerable, that no one could touch him. How different things would have been for Lance if he had simply given his down-on-his-luck ex partner, Floyd Landis, a job or money when he asked for it. Landis would not have sent the email that began the process of slowly unraveling Armstrong’s empire. Naturally, no one likes to be blackmailed, but in the case of Landis, a little bit of sympathy would have gone a long way. Of course, the qualities that make us strong are the very ones that make us weak. Lance put everything together—a dominating will, a wonderfully strong and efficient body, and the intelligence to create the best doping protocol on the planet—to win seven Tour de France titles. He was amazing rider, but it was his hubris—the need to crush or discredit rivals and critics—that brought him down. It’s ironic. Those who worshiped him have now become his critics and are pretending to be outraged. Let them. Let them take his titles, too. Let them pick over his bones if they want. It will never change the fact that he was magnificent.

October 15, 2012   Comments Off on Hubris

A Step Too Far?

It was fun listening to Brad Friedel being interviewed after the Tottenham match this past weekend, where he displayed his usual prowess in goal. Although still very American, his accent has shifted toward British, as you might expect after playing in England so many years. I personally think he’s one of the best twenty keepers of all time, though not many would agree with me. More interesting right now is the fact that Clint Dempsey has also joined Hotspur. Dempsey, of course, will never lose his Texas accent no matter how many years he plays in England. It will be hard for him, however, to find a place in a side that does not favor his sometimes ponderous style of play. He is nothing like Aaron Lennon or Gareth Bale and has never played for anyone like AVB. He will have to displace Adebayor and Defoe or ride the bench. The thing about Clint, though, is that he always proves his detractors wrong and never fails to rise to any new challenge presented to him. He makes the first team no matter who the manager happens to be or how unrelenting the expectations. I wouldn’t bet against him, but he’ll need to score goals from the off. I hope this isn’t a step too far. Klinsmann needs Dempsey to be match fit for World Cup qualifying matches.

September 4, 2012   Comments Off on A Step Too Far?

Circle Round the Sun

Put salt in my wounds and honey on my lips. Sugar for sugar, I’ll give you salt for salt.

There was no one quite like Leo Kottke. Nor will there ever be again. We went to see him at the Guthrie. No doubt we were high. He probably was as well. He ran his hand over his head and said that some hooligans had cut his hair and then proceeded to play the loveliest 12-string anyone could imagine.

I love this song. It’s played in my head numerous times in the decades following that concert.

August 21, 2012   Comments Off on Circle Round the Sun


I studied Iyengar style yoga for a summer before one of my last soccer seasons with two local teachers who have been at it for decades. At the end of a session as we were folding forward, my instructor pointedly looked at me and yelled, “Lose the gut!” Naturally, it was my last class with him.

Yesterday, some ten years later, I understood that he was right (though, of course, wrong in his method). Sometimes there are impediments to practice that must be removed before one can practice, and the teacher must help the student remove them. It is irresponsible not to. Sometimes Minnesota nice just doesn’t work.

July 26, 2012   Comments Off on Impediments