Category Archives: safety valves


His memories of New England various,

Were by and large vicarious…

Mostly pictures he saw

with interest and awe,

His chances of a visit–hilarious!

Point of fact he was too young,

Couldn’t drive himself even some…

The eight-hour ride

Once a summer left wide,

Window for relevant magazines to come!

Still his interest grew,

Past the time when he knew…

This paint scheme was gone,

these ALCOs moved on.

But the history he wanted to view.

Found an N scale engine thus,

Painted just like this—a plus–

To re-enact

Historical fact,

Without too much fuss!

–Jonathan Caswell



He calls himself “fashion poet”,

One or two others know it…

In pursuits

Avoiding lawsuits,

He certainly doesn’t want to blow it!

Him being man and all,

Must carefully judge his call…

With less passion

Than stereotypical fashion,

Not being the Beast at the ball.

Gender matters to him,

Especially if women…

They’re the kind

He most has in mind,

Do they mind if he tiptoes in?

–Jonathan Caswell



When man doesn’t get much at home,

Emotionally he’ll roam…

He wants to feel happy

Not usually crappy,

Or tired of life at home.

Some men spend time at the bar,

Drinking and filling the jar…

Others play

With people more gay

Flirtation becomes guarilla war.

Taking more chances outside

The home in ways the wife won’t abide…

Approaching danger zone

Says, “leave me alone,”

Soon enough he must decide.

Creeping back from the edge

Remembering one’s lifetime pledge…


Comes real again for me,

As back toward  safety I edge.

–Jonathan Caswell