Author Archives: William Stubblefield
The day Donald Trump began his campaignFor the presidency, a few in congress(Mainly presidential candidates),Called out his cruelty, corruption,Incompetence, racism, and lies. But afterHe won a freak victory, they cowed and quicklyJoined the other cowards in the party, andRepublicans in … Continue reading
In place of the giftI had forgotten to bring you: A blue hemisphere,the empty half of a robin’s egg. I found it,residue of creation,in the grass beside the sidewalk.
Certain in your faith?Certainty’s a dream. The fruit of faith is courage.
Wallace Stevens once wrote: I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. Three minds? Why so few? I once read that our minds(pardon the geek-speak):“Emerge from interactions among countless, Specialized, independent, interconnected,Largely unconscious mental processes.” … Continue reading
My name forgottenAt last I have come to knowWho I truly am. Also published on https://medium.com
After nearly two months in lockdown from the Coronavirus pandemic, I chose to welcome the economy’s gradual reopening with a celebration of normalcy: beer and a burger with a friend. I checked the local pub to confirm it was open, … Continue reading
Once more you’re left alone; I’m on a plane.My work takes me to Boston several days,Or more each month. And while you don’t complain,I know you hate the time I spend away.Still, this goodbye was easier than most:You’re meeting me … Continue reading
I was sitting in my music room the morning after the biggest snowstorm of the winter, alternately practicing my guitar and looking out at the snow piled heavy on the trees. My wife walked in with a late morning cup … Continue reading
When I was very young, in my last few months of mental clarity before the storms of adolescence overwhelmed me, my career ambitions shifted from being a fireman, jet pilot, explorer, or police detective to becoming a scientist or writer. … Continue reading