I used to write poetry,But seldom had love to read it.That squarely makes mea two-faced, goddamned hypocrite. I wrote a bolus of verse,Asked my cafe friend to read it.He said it was shit, asked me who I read.Told him I didn’t need it. Offended, I asked whyHis opinion wasn’t so inviting,Without a pause he askedBy …
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Reacting to my friends’ posts either to say, “Hey, I see you, and I love you, and I want you to know this is a great medium and hope you express yourself more here. Join us!” or otherwise to say, “I like this post.” — and keeping them guessing which one I’m saying. Enjoy the …
If You Understand, or If You Don’t
Remembering the time in the dorm, late spring 95, on a 3-way call with Pam and Karen having a really good chat and smiling, when I loaded my CD player, put earbud to phone, and played part of Enigma’s “The Dream of the Dolphin”, and they loved it. That was a special moment in time. …
Unbother
No real thoughts tonight, and that’s the point. Spent time at the cafe tonight, and even though I sat with people I knew, I didn’t talk. Said few words. Earbuds and a book. Left early. Sometimes, I just want to exist in the presence of people, and not be expected to stroke their egos. Just once. …