The Bridge Tender


For 27 years, I have tended this old railroad bridge.  Deep in the basin of the Mississippi, the sandstone cliffs tower above me.  On top of these cliffs, the city bustles.  Lawyers, doctors, bankers and insurance workers scurry to their jobs, concerned with their next promotion, their children’s success and the angst of their love lives. Continue reading


My Turbines Lie Idle


Silently I sit here, forgotten, neglected.
But I cannot forget and I will not forget,
for I have brought life and power
to this city for nearly a century.

Born when horses pulled carts
down the brick lain streets,
I powered the trollies and lit the lanterns
so young men could escort their dates. Continue reading