Happy Birthday to My Oldest Son…

Joshua – 1977…
You probably don’t remember that day. Even for me it now seems like it was another universe. It was your first birthday. We called Fort Ord California home and, as it was with most Army families, we were as penniless as the winos down along the banks of the Salinas River. Your mother baked you a chocolate cake from a .29 cent box mix and decorated it with some homemade icing. We stripped you down to your diaper and sat you in your highchair while we sang birthday songs to you. You laughed as you crumbled your cake into oblivion.

Quick to Forget


For a couple of weeks the phone calls and cards expressed sympathies. Then as suddenly as death itself, they stopped. For the next year, things reminded me of her; a favorite song on the radio or someone would cook a dish she liked. Now, I only remember her twice a year. On her birthday I tweet she would’ve been 104. I wish her a happy birthday in Heaven. As if they had birthdays in Heaven. On the anniversary of her death I post on Facebook how I miss her and quickly scroll on to the next newsfeed.
Oh look…tiny goats.

My Brother David

He loathes the city with all its bright lights, glitzy neon signs and noise that makes it impossible to think. It seems to demand every second of his attention, always screaming at him, “Focus on me and don’t you dare look away.” Yet, it has never offered him anything in exchange for his obedience, except a headache.

He is an open field of wildflowers, a tree lined ridge, the coolness of a slow moving creek, a dog at his side and a pole in his hand. He needs the softness of grass under his feet. He is a country boy.

A Beautiful Soul

To my wonderful wife on her birthday (happy 30th dear).

A Beautiful Soul

Your beauty
Does not need to wear a skimpy bikini
Or hide behind a painted mask of vanity
Your beauty
May bulge over the edges of the mold
But that is a mold, cold men created blindly
Your beauty
Does not yield to the encroachment of time
But transforms to embrace reality
Your beauty
Is in a smile with crooked lips
The tears shed in sympathy for others
Your beauty
Is in arms outstretched for a hug
And in a heart filled with dignity
Your beauty
Reads my words before they are written
It inspires my poetry, hopes, and dreams