Aug 4, 2024
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– Walt Whitman
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The secret of it all is to write… without waiting for a fit time or place.
– Walt Whitman
Exert from a Poem by my Friend
“But vast hellish war has
No mercy on men.”
-Robyn Nicholas
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After the Reading
My favorite characters have spilt my guts in public–
Now alone with my ‘self’
though
I
am perhaps a pretty lie.
The globe spins for the sake of
tradition
Gravity binds us to
memories and visions of sudden lingering-
death.
Words and image (c) Rob Goldstein 1986, 2014, 2020
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Poetry: The Prayer
I have loved me
some men, Lord:
me always in
command
as you
intended —
The redheads and
the blonds,
where are they now,
I wonder —
wretched without me,
I assume.
So, who is this twit
with a mind of
his own?
Does he know I
can’t live
without him?
Will you tell him,
Lord
in a dream,
as a dazzling insight?
Will you whisper
he mustn’t hurt
me.
That he, please, please
mustn’t hurt me.
(c) Rob…
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