As I meander down today's literary path, my mind's in a poetic place. The catalyst to these notions yours truly's inability to shake the refrain The Way We Were from my neurological corridors. The Alan Peterson/Marilyn Peterson/Marvin Hamlisch Academy Award winning collaboration currently repeat playing in my cranial jukebox. The tune, mooted as resurrecting Barbra... Continue Reading →
The Only Outlet
Only outlet to bid adieu? Malcontent’s frustration, the gift that keeps giving What respite for the tortured yeti? Anger directed at negative imbecilic cankers of one score and ten summers Who've conspired with the carcinogenic canker of seven winters With objective of diminishing yeti's spirit; his melancholy to nurture. Chewy’s enduring misfortune manifest a dwindling faith Notions of... Continue Reading →