Tom

Something draws me down this two track. It’s clearly a road least traveled. Who? What? Why? What’s there? I can’t resist. I must go. It...

“Outta Site” "BOOM!" It was a shocker! Damn loudest, total body thunderous roaring sensation I had ever experienced in a grandstand! It...

Poem re-dedicated to my life-long friend, George Aloysius Geist (3/27/1937 - 8/10/2022) RIP Two Gentlemen, Met on Max Patch, Just...

Come gather ‘round me friends and I’ll tell you of the men who rode the trail many years ago. Adventure was their life and Freedom was...

There she was, And there she wasn’t, There he was then wasn’t, Poof! Zip! Zap! Where? Here and there, Shazam!!! And there they were,...

And the Lord spoke, “When you reap the harvest of your land, do not reap to the very edges of your field or gather the gleanings of your...

I have a friend A cyclops You don’t see him But he sees you, Eliminating evil faces. If I had a choice, I’d clone him, Who needs grunts...

Tom’s Tips on Bike Riding: I’m talking about a bicycle not a Harley, although much same applies to both. A bicycle has two wheels. The...

Veggies! Veggies! Git ‘em when they’re ripe. Plant ‘em. Pick ‘em. Slice ‘em up. Eat ‘em up. Cooked, raw, roasted, Or grab a bunch and...

In order to form a more perfect union, we need but return to the days of yor and sit like church mice in the corner of the room and hear...

*photo by Erin I go on traipsing, Traipsing along, As if nothing happened, ‘As if nothing’s wrong, Oblivious, That things could, Change...

*photo by Erin Erin There once was a sad waterfall, Oh my, so dry, Which required a Princess, To Climb up upon its rocks, And declare,...

🎶As I went walking🎶That ribbon of highway🎶I saw above me an endless skyway🎶 Today I walked the entire length of the Appalachian Trail...

It’s about time you got to know me especially on my birthday. I’ve always said you get to know me and my journey best through my poems...

I have found it is a small world filled with God-intended serendipity, chance meetings, somehow meant to be. Coincidences? Are there...

I sit on my porch in the mountains, Rocking; Smelling the fresh breeze as it rustles, All but silently, Air unseen, My chores dun. You’ll...

Her name is Iris, a delicate delectable beauty. Unannounced, she shows up at our place annually, by nature’s spectacular clockwork,...

*A must read 1964 semi-autobiography by Hannah Green (Joanne Greenberg); a descriptive book on schizophrenia. So you never promised her a...

I prayed today, Gardening away, Sweat to the ground, I spaded a way. Planting abound. Turnips and tulips, Flowers and fruits, Hand me my...

Today I spoke with the parents of one of the baseball teams that frequent D-BAT Asheville, where I was the Resident Sports Psychologist...