Walls Surround

With time, they reach higher and thicken.
Are they meant to keep me in or others out?

Either way, they bring peace and I am content.

The Mutter

It is an activity that is no more than a game
without rules or win/lose outcomes

which is played in an empty stadium
with no scoreboard by a single participant

who has no incentive
to complete the game or to even begin it.
Ergo: The Mutterings of an Old Hermit.

Any Name

There is nothing more to say, Elizabeth (whoever you are)!
I depart from your sight and being, Elizabeth.

My action is best for both of us, Elizabeth.
Especially for me.

Fie! I slam the door behind me!

I am gone.

Is There?

Is there a poet in this house?
Is there one who speaks with rhyme and meter?

I think not, unless it is the dog,
but I cannot point to her
since she speaks only to those
with more than two feet.


I know I am leading a quiet life
when my year’s most exciting event was
Microsoft’s July 29th release of Windows 10.


This is not a day to be out.

There are demons afloat
I do not wish to confront.

They are a frightful lot
even when they are not.

So, I will remain hidden since
hidden is a prudent place for me



Three red tulip blossoms
Return each spring

And we greet each other silently
As we have done for 30 years.


Petals drop
Stems dry

The tulip withdraws within itself
To prepare for reawakening
At its prescribed time.

Charles Bukowski writes…

when a hot woman meets a hermit
one of them is going to

I have not met a hot woman
since I have become a hermit
so I cannot confirm.

But, even at my age,
the possibility provokes
a glimmer in my eye
(but only in my eye).


Ah, you ladies of the night
and you of the day.

All of you.

Back then, I did not know for what you really wished
and now, my age provides immunity and I longer care.

For tonight my comfort lies
not within your embraces

but in a solitary bed
with a single pillow for my head