Childhood on the River Circa 1960
There was the pretzel cart on the wide sidewalk. The ice cream truck, Good Humor, trolled all summer. Johnny the …
Author Archives: Ronald E. Shields
Elephant Bones
Like an elephant. Like the Man on Wire. Like anyone, I want it on my own terms. Like a dog …
Time is a God (God Is Not Fair)
Each thing speaks of itself and in speaking names, refers, connects others into the fabric of things. Each day has …
To Whisper and Linger in The Half-Light
Thank you Walking Is Still Honest for posting my poem.
This Oasis
Do not bruise your knees on the glass of melted desert sand. Walk beyond this valley to a welcoming warming sun, even …
Current
Dip your hand into the river change its course forever. The rain that would not come is falling now. …
Listen
Seals bark on the rocks, dash madly through surf, leap, breathe, dive. Can they feel it? Is there such a thing? – …
Out West
Someone wise said to me “A person can learn certain things out West. If you go to the right places, if you look …
The Blue Heron
My Aunt Lily, a seamstress, is laid out in a plain black dress crudely stitched by a tailor at the …
Family Portrait
Strange, this hatred of factories. I have never been in one. Thirty years my father labored in a factory making …
Poetry on the run 