Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
The Secret Life at the Gym “Take no prisoners, baby!” Joe declared, bumping fists with the other guys on exercise bikes, when he came out to the machines from the locker room like a basketball star entering the court, slapping Continue reading The Secret Life at the Gym by Charles Rammelkamp
Dress Up “If I was a bed I’d stay unmade.” – Grateful Dead, “Liberty” Like one of the Ten Commandments, “Dress for Success” ruled behavior when I first went looking for a career. Sized up in interviews by your clothing; Continue reading Dress Up by Charles Rammelkamp
Bike Ride In my menopausal middle age I have taken up bike riding, great exercise, easy on the knees, and it’s so lovely to be outdoors, journeying along the trails, as if swimming through nature. My husband joins me sometimes. Continue reading Five poems by Charles Rammelkamp