The Power of a Poet * A Poem for you
John F. Kennedy said, “When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of...
View Article“How Do We Forgive Our Fathers?” * Dick Lourie
My father was a drinker. My father could be a Fucking Bastard. ****** There I said it. I need to tell the whole truth if I am going to tell any of it. ******* My father was not a drunk like my mom; He...
View ArticleI Am All That is Left of a Bizarre Childhood
These are on my refrigerator They belong there. Hoo boy; do they. ************ Do you ever feel like you just do not belong? I do. Everyday in someway or another. Growing up with eccentric alcoholic...
View ArticleI am Questioning Everything, But my son
Am I living THIS life? The death of a parent, I mean, the death of your parents, no… Wrong. Start over. **************** When your parents are dead it is all over. All of the expectations they had of...
View ArticleThis Moment is mine and I will NEVER fucking hand it over to booze
********* I am on a BlogCation. I am enjoying spending time with my son and tending to my garden. I may be on a BlogCation, that does not mean, by any stretch of the imagination, that I am on a...
View ArticleThe Silence Ripe With Openness
************ Summer is not what it used to be. The long days in the garden with my boy, the walks to the park and the wandering through the Zoo are all gone. We have reached a New Place: Change. My...
View ArticleWould I Be Dead?
I am making my way back. Soon. I am using these last days of Summer to good advantage. Converse, the Creek and my Kid. Life is good. and I am not dead. ****************** I just wanted to touch on...
View ArticleWe Walk Around the Ruin
**** As a child I was obsessed with NOT stepping on cracks “Step on a crack, break your mother’s back” rang in my ears. Decades later I came to understand that my compulsion was just that; I had OCD...
View ArticleChange. It is Part and Parcel of Life.
Change. It is part and parcel of life. I have written about Change before: Change is the Only Constant Change can be very hard for those of us who grew up in chaos. It is not always hard, but it can...
View ArticleRIP * My Name is Roger, and I’m an alcoholic
RIP Roger Ebert Here is an article he wrote about his journey to sobriety. I will post Poetry tonight. I could not let this day pass without honoring this great man. This blog is about my mothers...
View ArticleGrief is a beast and Resentment its worst bedfellow
Two years ago November 30th, my Mother left this world. I held my heart still and quiet as the days approached, wanting to be present, to remember whatever it was that would come to mind. I am trying...
View ArticleOur kids need our help. ALL of our kids need our help
Our kids need our help. Our nation is in trouble. Grief of this kind is not tenable. LITTLETON, Colo. (AP) — A suburban Denver high school student who was shot in the head by a classmate died Saturday...
View ArticleThe Monkey Always Wins
Word came hard today. A friend was found dead. A murder investigation is underway. She was of some other world: wild, free and without filters. She was a good woman With a monkey, or a dozen, on her...
View ArticleThe Hard Truth and Those that Tell It
I love Poetry. I love Poetry Month. I also have a story to tell and this blog has been both canvas and therapy. I stopped. I stopped telling the story of my mother’s life and her death and her...
View Article“How Poetry Can Help People with Dementia”
My mother’s road through Wernicke-Korsakoff, alcoholics dementia, was a long and tangled one. I cared for her for years. As the dementia took over it became harder and harder for me to hold it all...
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