London Road
London Road – Poetry by Bob Sterry. That short wispy haired lady; Fighting her way against the wind; Up the London Road; Is my Mother.; Lips pursed she is returning; From the hairdressers, the post office; And has yet to pick up steak a…
Remote Outrage
I went to the BLM meeting at the park in our town Tuesday night. There were speakers of all ages addressing a crowd of three or four hundred. Until I start a more active and involved plan that might add to what appears to be a movement in the country, my outrage is remote. Remote and useless.
Technology Should Be Able To Fix This
This is something technology should be able to fix and something that I have failed to understand for decades. The paragraph below is a post from 2009 about the failure of technology to silence something that it surely could. Of course, leaf blowers, power washers, lawn mowers, weed whackers, and any other device powered by a tiny, under 200 c.c. gas engine.
Yellow Pole Theater on the MAX
Yellow Pole Theater on the MAX – Poetry by Bob Sterry. Episode 1 – I smiled at them; And their small child in his stroller; Only the man smiled back; Climbing aboard the southbound MAX; Clinging to the yellow poles; Framed by the yellow poles; In a transit theater.