This week I found three brown plastic file boxes. Inside my garage, and unopened for years. A literal treasure chest of stuff. Much of which I had forgotten about, or thought I had lost. I found my press pass from when Ronald Reagan came to town, Kodachrome slides, my discharge certificates from the Army and […]
Poetry, at least in large part, is about the sound. Years ago I started a poem that consisted of words that just felt good when you said them. They are also words which are a bit dusty from lack of use. That is the first poem. The second poem is about the semi innocence of […]
Memories are windows to the past but sometimes the view is out of focus, and you are not sure what you are looking at. Here are two poems from adolescence. A sometimes painful, but ALWAYS interesting time. A History Lesson my grandfather always had a storage building someplace which he filled with all kind of […]
What is reality? In some ways sleep is just another form of reality, and consciousness and unconsciousness commingle. It gets slippery and we loose our way. Trumpism is an example of what can indeed happen here. How surreal is it to see a Donald Trump sitting in the Oval Office? When reality shifts, after the […]
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