The Poets – Ginsberg, Ferlinghetti, Adrianne Rich – sat in the poet’s chair and spoke their poems and rhymed and sang their poems to men and women who clapped or snapped, who thanked the poet for the words.
Oh Jubilation
So she, she has become the music, the swagger, the swing; she is making her way across the room, across an ocean of notes – tap, slide, rock back and forth, to and fro, up and down, below, below the charismatic smile that forms on her face.
Valerie
Her face is chiseled; her piercing blue eyes rein you in, gather you up like flowers in a field and hold you in their warmth.
Welcome Home
What would you do for someone you love? Would you jump off a bridge? Would you kill someone? Would you die for someone? Hard to answer.
Just One More
He was dying. There was no doubt about that. The alcohol had poisoned his body and his mind. She in her fear knew if she couldn’t do anything for him now then that would the end of him.
Christmas Letters My Father Wrote
The famous Christmas Letter, in our house it was a publication that was sought after by many of my parents’ friends and family.
Halloween, or How I Like to be Goofy Too!
Halloween lets us be something or someone we are not. It also lets us cut loose and go a bit crazy.
Falling
I fell out of my above-ground pool yesterday and it wasn’t pleasant. While I was falling I felt as if I would never hit the ground but would just continue plummeting into oblivion. But that didn’t happen; I hit the ground and yelled!
We Took A Bite Out of The Big Apple
Sitting in my zero gravity chair in the back yard listening to the chirps and tweets of the birds, the rustling leaves on the trees and the distant barking of a dog it’s hard to believe that just a few short days ago I was in New York City. The tranquility of my back yard is the absolute opposite of the hustle factor of the greatest city on earth.
My Kids
My kids do not consume my life; I have a life of my own. My kids, though, are a bonus, a gift, and a pleasant distraction from all the other stuff that goes on in my life. I watch them, observe them, and admire them in so many ways. They are my children. I love them so profoundly, so deeply – and I like them too.
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