The fruits sweet
Trees fully leafed
hikes lunches wine nights
early awakenings mornings entangled
I sit in the sour decay
bitter pits remain
once green forests
now charred stumps
and ashes.
By Albert Rothman
Albert Rothman was born in Brooklyn, NY, Jan. 16, 1924, to European immigrant parents and won a Pulitzer Scholarship to Columbia University. Then he moved west, received a PhD in chemical engineering, UC Berkeley, 1954, and became a researcher in industry and government. After retiring in 1986, he received prizes for personal essays, memoirs, and poetry. Rothman’s book, A Brooklyn Odyssey (Wingspan Press © 2008), about growing up during the Depression, reminded one reviewer of Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes.
Rothman is a member of the California Writers Club, the Ina Coolbrith Poetry Circle and a Volunteer Hiking Patroller in Regional Parks. He has hiked in all the western national parks. He has two daughters, a son, four grandchildren and two great-grandchildren. He believes strongly in scientific education and loves classical music. He devours books, especially adventures and humor. He loves to laugh.