Monthly Archives: May 2011

Teaching Little Fingers About Injustice

The day I learned that Papa Haydn died My small, untutored fingers clenched with rage. Beethoven’s teacher was to me denied! My genius crushed at just four years of age. Advertisements

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Vanport City, Oregon (1943-1948)

REMEMBER: The government is looking out for you. DIKES ARE SAFE AT PRESENT. We couldn’t say it if it weren’t true. YOU WILL BE WARNED IF NECESSARY. Invention’s mother’s gonna let you know. YOU WILL HAVE TIME TO LEAVE. Sit … Continue reading

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“Well, George, we knocked the bastard off.”

May 29th, in ’53, T. Norgay and E. Hillary Topped Everest–a major coup Then met Ed’s buddy, George, for soup. Beekeeping Kiwis everywhere Rejoiced, because it he was there.

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Brinksmanship

Oh, dear. It’s late. It’s 10:04… …now 10:05! Just like before (Like, every day– Er, night–this week), Another late-night Verse I seek. Why can’t seem To find the time While it’s still light To write a rhyme? How come it’s … Continue reading

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Grisly Bare

Some scalps shine when shorn of hair Others (mine) look grisly bare A wider part was just the start Until the fuzzy wasn’t there I’d say, No fair! but I don’t care ‘Cause I can’t see it anyway And when … Continue reading

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How War Profiteering Changed My Life…In A Good Way

It’s twenty-eight years since I answered the phone And my single life came to an end at the tone: “The All My Sons cast wants to go see a play That my friend is in. Want to come with us?” … Continue reading

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On the Importance of Context

“His head is in the game today. He really came to play!” If he’s an athlete, that’s okay. Grief Counselor? No way.

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