Thank you to The Writer's Magazine for publishing two of my poems in the September Issue.

Here's one of them:

Dennys At Midnight

It seems now so long ago.

Hashing out problems,

and firming up philosophies

over priced right coffee and pancakes until 2:00 a.m.

Learning the art of conversation

from my tribe-

Long ago,

They still walk beside me.

I hear their voices ring and sing

in my memories.

Comfortable silences and smiles

or raucous conversation

disclosing mutual experiences.

Friends gathering in that nocturnal eatery,

lending support,

walking in while others walked out.

Today, I am alone in my thinking.

How I miss one of

America’s best therapy lounges.

How I long for the glue of firm friends

that kept me from falling apart.

How I long.