Week Thirteen
(I missed a beat)
April Fool’s day arrived early and I realized after playing a few “fool” tricks on folks, like the normal one, I had won the lottery, (I should try and become more creative but,) here in the US it was the week of the largest Mega pay-out ever of 1/2-a-$billion; and then continued to play silly other tricks with folks that my commitment to write a weekly block passed me by and I am now a few days late. Therefore, I am going to post another snippet of a poem I wrote back in 1991, as a memory to a friend, Ayman Salai
I didn’t want to write about how I imagine my parents before I was born or connections linking me to the world or nature or words that “splurge-well” in everyday language or what the river says to me or even try and put language into what I desire – it all seemed so dammed worthless All I wanted to write about was the Palestinian who’s lost his country.and needless to say my mentor, writer in residence, published my poem
Get back on track Randle for next week 🙂
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