When a gift arrives, accept it.
Run with it. Let it take you as far as you can. With perseverance and luck,
you will come to know yourself as you never have before.
Poetry, art, and short stories will be posted in the coming months, most certainly in the current year we find ourselves living (that is, 2022). I do hold deadlines as deadlines are accountablity. But I can’t dish up dinner until it’s ready to serve. In the meantime, while you are waiting, subscribe to this feed, blog, what ever you call this…I’m just glad you’re here.
how can I pull you now that I know your nametelling me you are an herbthat you will bloom at summer’s endthat you do fine where you are how can I pull youwhen I know your nameand all your relationsfinding your hidden giftswillingly given every daythat you do finewhere...
Not recalling what we were to rehearseor new songs to learnknowing my mother had the singing voicethe solo voicewhere I am always too flat, too sharpoff-key, my voice fills in the crackssitting in Music Classan average scheduled school day Then a classmate Karen walks...
Only twenty sixat least in the Western Worldsimple tools for alchemy In forms for public and material acquisitions, deeds, and willsa means of earning a degree Depending on order and authorrender resonance to uniteor bitter nightmare to divide For declaring bold...
I took a risk. A bold one I think. At the beginning of this year, I started to write poetry, or more accurately, poetry came to me. It’s really not an odd thing to happen. As a visual artist, I know that art is both observation and reflection. What is poetry but...
As a rule and for self-preservation, I no longer make them. None of the lose 10 pounds by summer, get more exercise, and eat rightWhatever eating food right means. I have had quite enough of all that and find myself satisfactorily done. But if I broke the rule, just...
Waking at 3:47 in the morning, on rare occasions, has its rewards looking out the window the brightest thing in the sky is a perfect crescent moon hanging low over the neighbors’ rooftops a moon we call a “cow jumped over the moon” moon. They say this is the lonely...
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