Some Republicans shudder, and close their blinds,
As if a storm is coming, and seek to find
A safe place, or somewhere to hide
From a thunderous Trump and what he decides.

Those who spurn Trump are a precious few,
And their numbers may wane, that is certainly true.
But it will…

Chapter 5 of This Old Man — A Curmudgeon’s Tale

Michael stepped out the front door and scanned up and down the block, seeing no kids but not really thinking about them — his mind was still consumed with thoughts from a frustrating day. This was not unusual for him…

Chapter 4 of This Old Man — A Curmudgeon’s Tale

Sandra was in the kitchen busy putting the last touches on their dinner — she was buttering the tops of her frozen dinner muffins and sprinkling a few with Trader Joe’s Everything Seasoning — Michel’s preferred, and now only way…

Discounting circumstances unforeseen,
And unfortunate happenstance,
It was dear old Mom and Dad
Who drove us to this dance.

Sure, some may have balked,
And put up quite a fight,
But most parents got their way,
And their stamp at times shine bright.

“I see much of your dad in…

My poet muse is a tricky bloke,
I swear he comes before I’m woke,
And pokes about to plant his seeds,
So I can grow a few like these:

Listen up ye lads an’ lassies,
Turn your ears towards this warn —
Beware the one who’s sassy,
And hides envy in their…

Part Two

Pop-pop usually travels solo as he hops onto his dreams,
But sometimes his problems are greater than they seem.
He knows he can count on fixing most things himself,
But to have a worthy companion? The richest kind of wealth!

This was one of those times — something…

Chapter 3 of This Old Man — A Curmudgeon’s Tale

It was just after sunrise when Sandra went out to get the paper, her first official family duty as she was always the first one up. There was just enough light this early spring morning as she stopped to investigate…