Monthly Archives: March 2017

Secret Life Cafe   (to be written/sung one of the characters in the Novle)  She wants me to meet her in the Secret Life Cafe It’s a place she knows too well she goes there every day  a night the … Continue reading →

Come out of Yesterday  Yeah, come out of yesterday-Sebastien Bourdais   So now the time is one of dreams half-remembered lovers, lilac January scenes cars and bars and fancy others work places work faces meeting someones mother  So now I want … Continue reading →

March 22nd, 2017      Another today that feels like yesterday that feels like blood and flesh and life not everlasting. What does it matter what the why is when those who die, on both sides, just happened to be- … Continue reading →

The last post was inadvertently sent It is from a work in progress. Or as Donald Trump might say “Sorry, I hit the wrong button”

New Death at The New Life   “Are you ready to walk to the Church now” Mary shared her “This is not something I want to go to” look.  She added in her thoughts where noone could see “but he … Continue reading →

That’s the great thing about the Internet   Now we know about parents starving and killing their children in Des Moines kids stoning to death a Flamingo in a Czech Zoo the torturing of cats and dogs throughout the USA … Continue reading →

Today, I finished the revision of Chapter One of my novel..  Will return to Poetry as I can.  Also sent out a short article and also am involved with some citizen activism along with others in the Borough.  And also.  … Continue reading →

Palacio de Gobierno #7 The dog lay there moving not moving not Perhaps dogs are not valued here Perhaps I look with American eyes perhaps perhaps perhaps   As the dog lay there part of me part of me wanting … Continue reading →

To all;   I plan to thank everyone individually who sent me a Birthday wish though this may take a while (I’m an obsessive and I’ll do it)   Thanks Bob

The Fire #2 To John Brodsky (Note; In the process of rereading The Old Testament)   The older I get the older I get The more I remember about things I can’t change places and faces places and faces I … Continue reading →