A day in which I need to stay focussed on the time and the place. I’ve been reading “Blood Orchid”. He writes the way I want to, or try to. I’m off to see the wizard. Maine State Prison to recruit for our next workshop. Deliver a poster for display/advertising. Try everything. It all counts. Peace out, Friends.
Here is a thought that crashed through the barriers into my mind uninvited. Bullies galore in my youth. I’ve got them by the metaphorical throat. Later, Skaters.
Vengeance
I remember you and now I have you before me,
You are lucky,
You are lucky I am not armed to the teeth with
Muzzle velocity,
Feet per second,
Foot pounds of energy,
Rounds per minute,
Explosive power.
You are lucky,
I hope you realize it.
How many times did you sit on me and hold my wrists
and push my knuckles against my face
and taunt me with
“Stop hitting yourself”,
“Why are you hitting yourself?”
Well here I am now back in your presence
With no intention but to ask you,
Why are you hitting yourself?
G. M. Goodwin
5 December 2017
Playing Fair and Being Kind 