Witchy Days

Today is Halloween. Recently, I had a revelation about witches. During this time of year, you can find them everywhere — in stores, as decorations on porches, kids in costumes going up and down the streets in pursuit of candy (“Trick or treat!”) — but, I can’t help but wonder, could witches really exist in real life?

I believe they do. The reason I write that is because there is one thing that I have grown old enough to understand about life: The true magic happens when hard work, focus, and dedication are put to good use. When these three ingredients are put into a cauldron, a spell can be cast. And the real magic happens.

There comes a time in all of our lives when we have to be reminded to be strong and to pick up our broomsticks and to just keep flyin’. Do your magic! After all, no one ever faulted a good witch for tryin’. So, Happy Halloween, witches! Sending love and all my best wishes.


Dedicated to Elizabeth Seurkamp (09/06/1926 — 10/14/2017). I had the good fortune to call her my Grandmother.  

08/05/2017 – Cincinnati, OH



The Boy Who Needed Magic


The Boy Who Needed Magic

From many lips, 
I’ve often heard,
About the boy who needed
Not the spells of fairy tales
But, something so very

The people around 
Told the boy
To stick with what 
Made sense
“Boys who seek the magic
Often grow up lonely men.”

The boy did try

To find his place
In the most sensible of things
But, nothing of the sort 
Made sense
Not to this boy, at least 

So, into the woods
The boy did run
Away, or so he believed
But, what he found
Among the leaves
He ran to, magically
The magic began to 
Build inside —
The circles ’round 
He danced —
Holding hands with Nature,
The boy had found his 
True romance

Some say that boy still 
Lives somewhere, maybe
Inside a grown-up man,
The boy who needed magic
Dances circles
Inside of him