Archive for the ‘vers libre’ Category
‘Howard Freeman (2)’ appears on one of the Firefox browser window tabs and, along with the other seven or so tabs, constitutes a small but growing and ornery press corps at 6:30 this morning. The ‘(2),’ I learn when I click on it, indicates that on Facebook I have a Friend Request waiting (that’s good, […]
Filed under: aging, bipolar disorder, Christianity, Facebook, family, home life, imago dei, marriage, spirituality, stress, vers libre | 1 Comment
Tonight the “Mead” screen belongs to my 8-year-old son, who wrote this poem yesterday for his 2nd grade class: At noon, I always see a hawk at my backyard. I think I should crawl out of bed and see what the hawk does. I know I could so I actually do it every night. Photo: Little […]
Filed under: Upper West Side, vers libre | 1 Comment
She walked Like she was dribbling two invisible Soccer balls. Made of putty And each about three inches in diameter. Stuttering, toes-out steps; each foot. All along the sidewalk Narrowed by construction. The sidewalk that I, too, was navigating Behind her. To lunch.
Filed under: midtown Manhattan, people types, vers libre | Leave a Comment