Poetry — Charles Slater

Dear Lord, I was blownaway. Though I had been in theatre for decades, and was teaching it, and directing

Sue Could Be a Lion Tamer

Charles SlaterDecember 11, 2012Comment

Working

Working productively isits own reward. Boring paint- ing allows thinking of more import- ant things than the completed job,

Jack's Orange Jacket

I don’t really knowwhy he gave it to me all those years ago, but I’m guessing Laura didn’t

Charles SlaterDecember 1, 2012Comment

Asleep with my eyes open

There is time to thinkof the moment only if I have consciousness; I do mean, mind you, the act of being un-asleep.

Sprung From The Old Song

There we were dancingupstairs by the window wall Nicole and Casie and I, maybe when they were four and five, maybe to Dylan’s Hey Mr. Tambourine Man.

The Bull's Out!

I was a naïve twelveor so when Harry Randall’s folks gave me a job at their little dairy in western most El Segundo.

Memories Born of Music

More than fortyyears has slipped away from the sounds long de- parted as I drove aimlessly home.

Irony

A hawk, inall its glory, perches only a few feet from where I sit, a hawk, mind you, those