by Vincent McCaffrey | Jul 10, 2026 | Blog, Poetry
On this day in 2026,Sox are sold in sizes six to 12;That is, one size fits all,From six to twelve, inclusively.In times to come this will beSomething to smile at,proof of our primitive ways. At a convenient price pointWe now wear sizes six to twelve;Walk, accustomed...
by Vincent McCaffrey | May 16, 2026 | Blog, Poetry
Now sick with age,That disease for whichThere is no cure,No care but carelessness,Nor time enough. Now sick with ageAnd left with remembering—That salve of memory,Being my only respite—Forgetting is the greatest fear. Now sick with age,The greater fear is not deathBut...
by Vincent McCaffrey | Apr 17, 2026 | Blog, Poetry
What is remembered better is often just the wish;not what was done,much less what was wanted to be done.What actually happened was mundane,but informs much of what I did thereafter.For instance, in 1969; to get from Brattleboro, Vermont,to San Diego, California—with...
by Vincent McCaffrey | Dec 1, 2025 | Blog, Poetry
In old age we are reborn again, Our faults shadowed in the veins beneath our skin The bones of us that shout within and poke without Are not the same as those that we had trusted in To hold our weight at the thinnest edge of things When muscle tied them all together....
by Vincent McCaffrey | Dec 14, 2024 | Blog, Poetry
And bear the morning sun in rainbow hues, Where brief months before the shadow Of green oak danced in the light, as elves might In a frenzy, trapped by sudden day against the glass. What can this mean to a common life? Of what importance can the passing of seasons be,...
by Vincent McCaffrey | Sep 24, 2024 | Blog, Poetry
Watching your parents grow older was only the hardest thing you ever did. Now, you wear this mask of age pretending to know something more. But you know less now—forgetting more along the way—than you did before. You were stronger then. Sleep could be missed. The day...
by Vincent McCaffrey | Sep 15, 2024 | Blog, Poetry
This morning, on a walk, I almost stepped upon a jewel; A fragment of robin’s egg so blue it seemed unreal. Yesterday, or so it seems, the sheer absence of color, A white so pure it gathered all light to hurt the eye Had bleached the earth but left the sky as blue,...
by Vincent McCaffrey | Jan 13, 2024 | Blog, Poetry
Watching your parents grow older was the hardest thing you did. Now, you wear that mask of age pretending to know something more. But you know less now–forgetting along the way–than you did before. You were stronger then. Sleep could be missed. The day was...
by Vincent McCaffrey | Dec 24, 2023 | Blog, Poetry
We may live apart from our families,But we are a part of them all the same—Perhaps more so as, with absents,We have the time and space for reflectionWhile not emersed in an emotional swampOf the mundane, nor the drum of closeProximity to the petty or ungenerous.The...
by Vincent McCaffrey | Sep 19, 2023 | Poetry
My youth of yore now seems like myth to me, A dream by day and night and twilight; A play of biblical acts and whimsey, Of proverbial meanings and meaningless chore, Made light even then by the learning and a joy of being; When the delight of knowledge and knowing...
by Vincent McCaffrey | Aug 30, 2023 | Blog, Poetry
What appeared to be a square of moonlight upon the floor, As I stepped forward with bare foot to see, Turned out to be a fallen pillow in the dark, And I was once again reminded of the magic of pillows, As well as the need of high windows and what can be seen there,...
