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WRITING
Dictating to the Future
Remember me!
Does it space/time/matter?
Shouldn’t I focus on shaping our present
My present
My gift to you
To who?
The baby born just now, and now and now?
Humanity or the planet or both
The just beginning
Or the needing release
I’ve barely gotten started
Is it for them?
Is it for me?
If they get it wrong later, was it worth it now?
Childhood Memory
Go back to snow.
Ice skating on a pond.
I see it so clearly.
But why are most memories that come to mind sad and unpleasant memories.
I hated going to dances.
Never was asked to dance.
But then this October I went to a high school reunion. All of us octogenarians.
Except Kara, my significant lover girlfriend and we danced to all the songs I loved
Earth Angel, Why Do Fools Fall in Love, etc.
And I felt all the unpleasant memories of high school fall away as she and I danced.
Free Trees
I wish to grow To grow I wish
To be myself to dream a dream
I wish to fly to soar and cry
to be a tree
To reach the sky
oh
I wish my arms would stretch for miles
And tangle up in other trees
I wish my leaves would paint the sky
I wish to be a tree
I wish To be free
Pride
I had no pride last June. I was too miserable. Afraid to go out. Wore the same clothes every day and even slept in them but came out of misery briefly when my girlfriend picked me up and we had 2 days together. The only pride thing I did was buy crystal vodka in rainbow colored glass skulls. I bought 5 bottles. Drank 3. Gave one to a friend for her birthday and one to my girlfriend
Letter to my past self
Dear me,
You did the best you could and I know you are tortured always that you could have done more. You could not have known that some of the choices you made would come back to haunt you. You couldn’t have known. You have to let go of the guilt. They of all people you have ever known would not want you to be sad and guilt ridden. You are everywhere.
Describe myself as a plate of food
Hot fudge and corndogs is my love of fairs and carnivals and spontaneous me.
Broccoli rabe trying to be the healthy me
Skins of everything cause that is where all the good vitamins are
Popcorn to share with my senior rescue dog Bucky
A full plate of everything to share with my senior rescue dog Ariel who loves everything