Category: Poetry

“I SHALL LIVE OUT MY DAYS BEING TRUE TO MYSELF” ********** Until Our Trails Cross Again: ADKO...

16 Years Ago, I Was Diagnosed Docs told me “It’s Cancer.” I Fought to Survive One Hard Year Later My Cancer Came Back Doc shook his head “It’s time to call Hospice.” I Refused to Just Die Back To the Wall, Only One Bullet Left “Salvage Surgery” They Called...

Moonlight shot of Middle Saranac Lake. From the beach near the Plymouth Rock inlet. September 2021...

& Other Select Poems by “The Accidental Poet” I don’t consider myself a poet. The few poems I do write happen quite by accident. A single word softly whispers. A quiet voice soothes my spirit. A thought trickles past. From somewhere hidden deep in my mind’s forest, an unmarked...

Author’s Note: I’m not sure what I wanted to be most when I was young: Archaeologist, Major League Baseball Player, Daniel Boone, or Poet. I’ve tried my hand at all four along the way, with varied results. Many of those endeavors are chronicled here in my blog. God willing,...

While Everyone Out There Seems Preoccupied With Wipin’ Their Ass My Adirondack Outlaw Survival Strategy Remains Simple: “Stockpile Outlaw Essentials“ STRONG COFFEE GOOD WHISKEY GASOLINE A GOOD SHARP KNIFE AMMO CA$H ********** Until Our Trails Cross Again: Live The Day You Are In Live Outlaw Real ADKO...

“Memories Are Best When Shared With Friends” A Classmate Snapshot of Friends Saranac Lake High School Class of 1981 *********** An Introductory Note: “Connections & Memories become more cherished through time. Each of us remembers in ways both individual & unique. I wanted to share some of mine.” **********...

********** Snapshot Perspectives On Life, Offered Through The Lens Of My North Country Eyes Accidentally Insightful, Occasionally Humorous Frequently Neither Sometimes Both ********** Outlaw Author’s Note: I will continually update this post through time As new thoughts & views arise Whenever the mood strikes me To read updated entries...

*This story appeared as “An ‘Adirondack Outlaw’ at Cornell in the Adirondack Almanack’s April 18, 2021 on-line edition. ********** My Elegant Friend        I wrote the poem “Sweet Adrienne” sometime in early 1982, during the spring semester of my freshman year at Cornell.  Just before getting called into the...

I first drafted the poem “Ghost Lake” while working out of Lake Colden’s Interior Headquarters cabin as a DEC trail hand in the summer of ’83, haunted by memories from earlier trips into Colden with my dad.    On those shared journeys, in the late ’70’s, Dad still had...