by Ron Sokol | Jun 29, 2019 | Poems
The water ran swiftly and when I stepped into it was pulled along, carried down stream, briskly Like a kite let loose from its string Until I crawled onto the shore and looking up saw several women each with a pom pom cheerleading (of...
by Ron Sokol | Jun 22, 2019 | Poems, Uncategorized
Where are you going? Indescribable. Really? You’re so young though. When I get there I will know. Oh, come on! Please believe me: Everyone says the same thing. Everyone? Hobos Priests Teachers Young people Older folks Athletes Writers Dancers — Ok ok...
by Ron Sokol | Jun 15, 2019 | Stories
I stopped and smelled the roses. My neighbor, a few doors down, has such a nice group of roses in his front yard. “Hey, get off my lawn! What the hell are you doing?” His tone really startled me. He had burst out of his front door, and was shaking his...
by Ron Sokol | Jun 13, 2019 | Poems
There can be a real advantage to sitting at the window sill and observing The humming bird who thinks no one knows she ever rests The priest who occasionally dances (for no apparent reason) The wind that talks to the leaves and asks them to shiver so that (get this)...
by Ron Sokol | Jun 9, 2019 | Poems
Where’s dad? Honey he went fishing, you know that He sure spends a lot of time fishing, mom, but he never catches anything Dear, your father brings home a lot more than you realize Yeah, like what? Next time I will ask that he take you with him But I don’t...
