Copyright © 1990,2000 Richard R. Kennedy All rights reserved. Revised: March 30, 2009
81 & Still Dreaming "'Why bother to live at all?' My father—so many times he said it that I memorized and used it to repeat nights to fall asleep and later in the foxholes to stay awake — anyway, he used to always say to mom when we would drive out to the beach: there he would stand, his face to the sea: 'More mystery and secrets there, mother, than in the stars because it is so alive, so close, gives so much and yet keeps so much of the unknown to itself— the dread so unfathomable, agonizing us with its immediacy and awful majesty.' And then he would say pointing to the blazing sun:
'Like standing ten miles from the sun! Whatever the dread how can it be any other way? And how could anyone want to escape this great privilege of living it?' And then over and over again he would say: 'What glory, power and God-awful truth!'” from: A Tale of Love & War
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An Unpublished Soul Evaluation should not be left to self-styled professionals; Today's literary agents and editors would at most think twice before rejecting Hamlet because of its verboseness and length. I'd appreciate your letting me know what you think of what you read. May was Pet Month 1994-2007 My Best Friend Casey photo by rrk jr. |
Lonesome Lass There at a glance Are hundreds at a dance, Rumps abounding, shaking, The less endowed, faking; All but one having A grand time hazarding The Deejay's pomp For Saturday's romp─ Poor lass, her heart intertwines In 'Nam's unending headlines. Photo by
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Photo by rrk jr. Yes, I know I’m dreaming: remote that I should be discovered at this twilight hour. Still, let the dreams begin.
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