I’m way too high for mine or anyone’s comfort, My head has nothing above, I’m afraid of height and I can’t stand wide open spaces, Standing on a wire strung across the gap between the Twin Towers which no longer exist. This long, long pole I hold is no comfort, I just don’t want to … More The Poetry of Grieving
I’ve been kicking this one around then I lost track of it. I find that this is sometimes necessary; no ‘why’. Just is. Star Dust Listen not to your head, Rather, Learn to listen with your body. Sit quietly and listen to all of the dust of the countless stars, You are of that dust, … More Star Dust
TEMP WORKER I had a job offer the other day. The online dictionaries hire people with pleasant voices to be their “pronouncer” for words that are posted in response to search engine inquiries. I’ve been told that I have a good reading voice by an educated friend of mine. She likes my mid-Atlantic drawl. I … More Temp Worker
Playing Fair and Being Kind 