In lieu of intellectually elite meanderings, I will channel this groovy little 30’s vibe I found under the sofa, near the back north corner: So i says to Dotty, … “Dotty”, I says, what are you (more…)
hippy zen like catharsis’ abound….
But, last night driving to meet her, I had a revelation: I
refuse to carry the neglected heartache and hurt, and grief, and
jealousy, and sadness…. I won’t do it. I have seen the sickness and
atrophy it breeds in others, and frankly, I am not that type of
person. Whatever ways we had reacted to the situation or treated each
other.. it is over
Mellow gold
To strafe! Lurching the pen to & fro empty lines….. less meaning scrawled unintelligibly throughout – the pages. A madman’s soliloquoy A soft & staged rejection As it comes- prepared— — (more…)