Akin to entry at the neighborhood tavern—
I imagine—my weekly visits at WordPress
Like reading magazines in the 80s
One for each interest, essentially
Decade of excess, I hear, but my
Now faded to past, like journals of
Paper valued for their content
Handwriting, once a marker, replaced by
Man’s latest development.
A poem about the necessity, and pleasures, of information exchange within our communities and about our interactions with the world in which we live.
Around Town this Holiday Season
Christmas Eve-Eve, little light brings. Energy is high, expression is low.
Nary a bulb, much less tinsel; one giant snowman and another giant reindeer.
We’re seldom first to notice—
rare to be first at anything
Still will be those who’ve not noted
who ought to know a story
Full circles may mingle
perhaps never meet
may not relate
Thus, value to accounts
tales of survival
Traumas of people
emergent from struggle