Poetry
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daydreaming of home
i remember little a fogged memory south bronx coming from rican dominican roots. the patterson projects john adam housesa child into a teenager dates days places people their names have faded away like the clouds i would stare at through… Continue reading
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i want to dance
i want to dance through today tomorrow forever stepping through music doors across moving floors upside down right side up spinning like a wild windthat you will never catch. i want to dancemove effortlessly as if floating standing still but… Continue reading
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Reckless
There is no doubt I was a wild man (n.), although I never called myself/ A Bull in a China Closet/ the closest my friends/ at least the ones who used that word/ described me to my face. Others used… Continue reading
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I, American
I pledge allegiance to the flag (Whose flag is it anyway?)as I standin the Catholic school classroom alongside a gallery of white faces, red hair, blond hair, white shirts, white blouses, plaid skirts, and black pants and the nuns, covered… Continue reading
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The Narrative
The following essay appeared first on LinkedIn. We can quickly become prisoners of a narrative created by past misdeeds, mistakes, errors in judgment, and actions we would love to erase from our memory. It doesn’t matter whether it happened long… Continue reading
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All the Stuff in my Brain
AgingThe Iran WarThe peacefulness of an empty beachWhat the hell is going on in the Middle EastThe roses blooming in our backyardMy recent stroke and all the rehab and medical appointments I must attendThe number of people, including my wife,… Continue reading
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Meditations
My recent stroke has left my brain struggling to find words to put into my voice. However, I rest confidently that both my brain and my voice are still functioning, if not fully connected. It has made me realize, once… Continue reading
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golden tequila hangovers
The following poem was originally written in 1994, when Tequila was my poison of choice. I have been sober for fifteen years this coming September 11. wake up/if you canrolling over/from one deadday/into the nextyour moutha dirt filled trench/shoveled with/bad… Continue reading
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This Moment
In a moment (this moment or another?)I can see…feel…a shock of electricitypassing through my brain…conscious that it is only a momentpassing throughI am passing throughthis place…this time …to nowhere…not surebut passing throughnever to return again …and then…the moment is gone. Continue reading
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An Interesting Life
I’ve often said that at seventy-seven, I’ve lived an interesting life.An understatement. It’s times like now when you look back at your life. Celebrate the victories. Learn from the failures. I often think about where I was born and raised.… Continue reading
