A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion finds the thought and the … Continue reading →
Kathy’s Song and now from the heart of 1966…(more lyrics) …And as a song I was writing is left undone I don’t know why I spend my time Writing songs I can’t believe With words that tear and strain to … Continue reading →
socks, tights and long sleeves •
peeled off after fighting work •
hypothermia. Continue reading →
If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.
