Vaguely aware, and semi-conscious, I heard my mother speaking urgently into a telephone in a darkened motel room. My mind was numb. I was angry. Very angry. At the age of 17 I had been cut-off from my feelings, emotions, friends and from my parents, as if imprisoned. I had been sedated with some of […]
“What I’ve learned from lineage is there are 100s of ways to be enlightened” – Bill McKeever
Who wrote it better, me or ChatGPT?
I went to France this fall.
A hayseed in London.
Everyone needs somewhere to drink.
It’s been hot. Our poetry is hotter.
Or perhaps you prefer a cool boredom?
Wisdom from the fringe.