Amanda Gorman’s stunning poem, and an interview with the 22-year-old who mesmerized us during Joe Biden’s inauguration on Wednesday…
poem
Light at the End of the Tunnel
These depressing days reminded me of a song I wrote in 1983. 🎵 Back then it was apropos of nothing, really, but it kind of fits what’s happening now. Maybe a tad exaggerated – poetic licence, I guess.
Snow, snow, terrible snow…
Lots more snow…
6 Million Did Not Die…
It was more like billions.
“Because: all the children who were murdered
Never grew up to become men and women…”
– a repost of mine, to commemorate Holocaust Remembrance Day.
“America is a Gun”
Today was a day of tears… and a day of hope.
O Computer, how do I hate thee…
…let me count the ways:
An Early Happy Christmas Ode
I’ve met this woman only once, but the good impression from that whirlwind introduction (at a kitty adoption day) and from many Facebook posts and comments since have led me to pen the following little limerick.
The Beginning of the End of the Beginning…
Thoughts on looking too closely in the mirror.
