By Ed Ahern When my age was barely in double digitsI walked alone on a little used railroad trackthrough woods and along a lake shoreto the quiet village of TopinabeeI spoke little but looked closely atthe summer somnolent goings on.Then bought and ate ice cream,and clambered up the embankmentfor the two miles and some return.I … Continue reading Topinabee
They Don’t Talk Much Anymore
By Ed Ahern Their intimacy speaks in the unsaid. opposition unraised, disagreement stilled, stifled correction or contradiction, permission for those close to rest in the wrong while choke-chaining the harsher truths. Little silent helping things saying that courtesy is an inadequate term to explain the need to hold one another in loving stasis. Ed Ahern … Continue reading They Don’t Talk Much Anymore
It Had That Swing and Words for a Full-fledged Kestrel
By Ed Ahern It Had That Swing My mother spent evenings listening to records.Years of evenings.78’s and 33’s, and only big band swing.All named after the band leader. The bands are largely forgotten now,but there were Jimmy and Tommy Dorsey,Woody Herman and Harry James,Benny Goodman and Glenn Miller. My mother, widowed and jobless,Played the music … Continue reading It Had That Swing and Words for a Full-fledged Kestrel
Academy of the Heart And Mind 