About the Author
I have felt just the tiniest bit of pride in heretofore producing this series of essays wholly out of the cloth of my own thoughts, informed, I hope, by the various threads of texture, color, and substance I manage to glean by having an open mind, an inquisitive spirit, and a desire to distinguish between fact and fiction in this wacky world.
Of course, I’m working on turning all that mindfulness toward my heart in the hope of striking a fair and balanced relationship between my thoughts and my emotions.
If I manage to live a while longer, I might be able to work on that thorny pride issue.
I am forever
astounded to see and hear things;
the laughter of children says
they know.
Music I sing more and more,
I play guitar when I can.
Alive,
selling stuff on the internet,
and more, or less, trading the market.
I’ve taken up kickboxing for exercise
and stress relief;
know less than I’ve a right to,
and do less than I might,
all in all.
I eat well, sleep well, travel well,
and spell,
well
kinda average.
I’m kind, and try to be helpful.
Laziness and introspection
mask my generous nature.
I danced in the front row for Elvis Presley.
Nixon resigned on my birthday.
It was just me and Joe DiMaggio in the sauna,
Atlantic City, 1987.
I live in San Francisco,
and many places on this planet,
where many times I might have gone
yet I have stayed.