TWO KIDS
TWO KIDS Here is a photo of two kids. What is going through their minds? Who knows? What does it matter? They are having fun laced with doubts and insecurities. G. M. Goodwin 2 February 2026
BELATED GIFT
1957 The old man holds the claw hammer in his right hand, his fingers curling around the wooden handle. He has just finished reattaching the wire fencing to the posts with galvanized staples. His hammer tap, tap, WHACK-ed along the perimeter of the property fixing the fence to the posts to straighten and redefine the … More BELATED GIFT
Looking Closely
On the eleventh of August 2016 just before midnight I was brushing my teeth here at The Castle in the royal bathroom. Something reminded me of the latest news that flossing is not considered an important part of oral hygiene nowadays. In fact, some dentists have determined that flossing is a waste of time. What … More Looking Closely
It Has Occured to Me
Birth to Death. We need to be born as babies and die as experienced and ready, (prepared). It is more painful to be born.
THERE IS A WOMAN
There is a woman sitting at a table down the sidewalk from me- She was not there a moment ago, A trickster no doubt, Appearing just a few seconds after she wasn’t there, Clever. One thin denim leg crossed over the other, Sitting straight, perfectly erect, Phone to her ear, Three quarter turn away from … More THERE IS A WOMAN
RUBBER, FELT, AND GLUE
Harry was walking on the one eighth mile track at the Y. The track had instructions on which direction to walk depending upon the day of the week. Harry thought it was Wednesday. In fact it was Tuesday but Harry hardly knew the day of the week. He was in the second half of his … More RUBBER, FELT, AND GLUE
THE 4TH OF JULY
2020 Edition It is the fourth and it is after dark, after nine P.M. I sit and listen to explosions from the Harbor and the noise reverberates around the hills and up the rivers and off the islands and boats filled with glassy-eyed people taking it all in. What is the meaning of it? At … More THE 4TH OF JULY
BROODING
Lou climbed the stairs to his old bedroom. He was moving slowly between the second and third floors. The train ride from Chicago to Boston took nearly a full day and he’d been unable to relax on the trip. Lou was exhausted and he needed to get some rest, try to sleep. The family patriarch … More BROODING
“Am I A Writer?”
I am not a writer Since the last time I read a Critique of a poet On-line From what I’ve learned I am an uneducated Individual Who scribbles on objects, Usually paper. G. M. GoodwinJune 10, 2025