I am a white man

It is time, before the coming Republican primaries, for me to say something I first formed 40 years ago. Before the pundits spew out the stereotype about disaffected white men voting for the likes of Trump and Cruz, let me say this, I am a white man (even an older white man), my three sons are white men, my two little grandson are budding white men and we do not support the mindless, ignorant and dangerous nonsense coming out of these two and the others in the Republican campaign. Stereotypes of all sorts are false and this one is a great and demeaning falsehood.
I have spent the last 45 years associating and working with white men who have been working for the rights of the working class, civil rights, immigrant rights, gay rights, religious freedom and understanding, women’s right, and the freedom of people’s around the world for the right not to live under the heel of economic and political subjugation. The opportunity to work with people who share these values, whether, black, women, gay, hispanic, asian or white men, gives freedom to us all. Nothing is lost rather so much is gained.
So, do not mix me and my sons in with a group that is, in fact, false from the start. To the pundits, find another more accurate and more enlightened way to account for the fear that animates so much of the people who support these demigods.
John Peterson
Here is a short list of some white men, celebrities and associates, who are not motivated by fear but by love of all people.

Peter Yarrow
Paul Stooky
Bob Dylan
Edward R. Murrow
George Clooney
Shaun Penn
Tony Bennett
John Brown
Frank Sinatra
Gregory Peck
Bill Clinton
Paul Newman
Rock Hudson
Harry Truman
James Woods
Gene Hackman
Pete Seeger
Woody Guthrie
Tony Bennett
Orson Wells
Tim McCoy in a 1932 movie
The entire cast of 12 Angry Men
Tony Curtis
Robert Ryan
Walter Reuther
Every white man at the March on Washington
Marlon Brando
Bobby Darin
Ken Hart
Craig Cherstrom
Lawrence Rouse
Ren Maby
Warren Kessler
James Downs
Ed Maupin
Rick Gold
Jack Seileman

The list is endless.  To add names to this list go to the Comments and send them to me.  I will add them.




We have lost a rare and beautiful person.  To Francisco, my friend, my love to you on your new journey.  It has been my privilege and my joy to have gotten to know you and to work with you.  Thanks to James Downs for introducing us and thanks to Devon, my son, and Kiirsti, my daughter, for the good work we did on your book project.  And thanks to Javier, blessings to you.

Francisco is one of those special people, special poets, who in his life and in his poetry he showed us the best a person can be.  In his poetry you see the man and in the man you see his poetry, they are the same.  As James said to me tonight, “he is now the Borderless Butterfly flying over us all.”

Loco                                                            Crazy
mis puertas                                            I leave
las dejo                                                      my doors
sin cerrar                                                 unlocked
los extraños                                           strangers
me parecen                                            look to me
tan familiares                                      so familiar
a todos                                                      I would
los abrazaría                                         embrace and
y besaría                                                  kiss them all
cada día                                                    every day
en la calle                                                on the street
hallo a Dios                                            I run into God
en vez                                                        instead
de llorar                                                  of crying
ahora me río                                        now I laugh
quiero poner                                       I want to
el mundo                                               turn the world
al revés                                                    upside down
nada                                                          nothing
me convence –                                  sways me –
debo de estar loco                            I must be crazy
3 de agosto de 2009                        August 3, 2009


Buckminster Fuller

(Buckminster) Fuller said that he had experienced a profound incident which would provide direction and purpose for his life. He felt as though he was suspended several feet above the ground enclosed in a white sphere of light. A voice spoke directly to Fuller, and declared:

From now on you need never await temporal attestation to your thought. You think the truth. You do not have the right to eliminate yourself. You do not belong to you. You belong to Universe. Your significance will remain forever obscure to you, but you may assume that you are fulfilling your role if you apply yourself to converting your experiences to the highest advantage of others.

Fuller stated that this experience led to a profound re-examination of his life. He ultimately chose to embark on “an experiment, to find what a single individual [could] contribute to changing the world and benefiting all humanity.”

TWIXT 5 poems

Water Tactics

Drops’ jots and tittles form icicles
that lock up in temperature drops and yet
drip in more warm phenom clear and present
placebo venom.


Is Defines Is

This beautiful panorama of is
somehow has arrived at being what’s there,
and not whatever else might have, had it.



I can sympathize with what you have e-
mailed me, having to break off with someone
for whom you weren’t exclusive who was
for you just what you wanted hurts like hell
and leaves you cold and broken – that took strength
of purpose.  You wouldn’t drop your standard.
You held to what you know is real so good
for you, good for the too of you.


Brake-Fast Serial

The roads are full of white noise from tires
on snow, the sidewalks are full of the white
lies of flakes.


fertile bush

each berry a yolk
in a raindrop egg


“TWIXT is the mononym-onym of Peter Specker; he has had poetry published in Margie, The Indiana Review, Amelia, California State Quarterly, RE:AL, Pegasus, First Class, Pot-pourri, Art Times, The Iconoclast, Epicenter, Subtropics, Quest, Confrontation, Writers’ Journal, Rattle, Prairie Schooner and others.  He lives in Ithaca, New York.”