: About Me

I'm a disabled Veteran with too much time on my hands.

My passion is ...

Writing

I know too much about ...

nothing and very little about everything.

My parents always told me ...

No man is an island

My childhood ambition ...

live to see adulthood.

My favorite memory ...

trying to remember a favorite memory.

Why I write ...

THE words live within my fingers

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

A Nora Roberts book

My first job ...

Pickle factory.

My best moment ...

When arriving from Istanbul andI landing at JFK.

My inspiration ...

The Cardinal sitting out on the fence.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: When you bury me

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After I leave this lifelessness and crash the home of worms (along with other immaterial substances) it'll be then sun and moon will dip in luminous mourning. They'll bleach these bones, force them to weep in their marrow, absorb pithy sighs, sponge moans of eulogies, make rock neighbors knock hallelujah choruses, stretch root congregations until they speak in tongues. It will be then, I'll reach for sporangium's quilt, neatly folded among shifting faults, and warm myself when your pulverized yesterdays get lonely and cold.

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