Getting My Fiduciary Groove On

The eye in my sky is crying

I Sing The Blues For You Today

SEQUEL TO SUICIDE
It's difficult to circumspectand or/to hypothesizethat life exists beyond our death,and SO WHAT if it does?My point is ... sometimes there is ...a sequel to suicideRemember Mariawhose luck with MEN ran dry?Each man she had abused herverbally and physicallyEach relationshipleft her agonized,Until she threatened suicideMaria claimed she had a vicious tongueShe said to me, I just have this special skillI can do it the way no one else willand any man who feels my tonguefalls helpless to my prowessready for my killSince I am a great BELIEVER in therapyI said,

Heroes and Superstars
February nineteenth, 1991, at 1 a.m. I met him. He’d been singing for thirty years and I would’ve known his face anywhere. The sixties was my era. I caught on as the sixties was running out of steam. Being slow to bloom, I simmered then suddenly sprouted as the seventies began. Bob was my idol, a hero to all of us who wanted to emulate that Rolling Stone and have One More Cup of Coffee with Queen Jane in Mozambique. I took the plunge, strolled over and said, “Hey Bob, how are

SESTINA OF LIFE
Crisis is either way you lose different from win some lose some Gotta keep plugging along light at the end of the tunnel a new moon wilderness my heart, a song of desire my psyche is brimful desire momentarily mine, a life lost new spring & full moon wilderness Just a little more, more time some times life is like winding tunnels gotta keep plugging - moving along I don’t follow others, I move along to my own beat, why admit what I desire Is it there at the end of this tunnel If I can’t see I’ll surely get lost again even if

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I received my National Association of Social Work renewal and put it to good use, wouldn't you agree?