Getting My Fiduciary Groove On

The eye in my sky is crying

I Sing The Blues For You Today

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?

THAT WORK THAT IS SO FINE
My painting investedwith four months of lifeoil colors on canvas three feet wideinterpreting the artists’ studioThe room burnishedwith earthen colorsthe ceiling high and widerepresented as a clear blue skywith clouds of varying shadesfrom white to greyUsing colors to reveal my feelingsinspired by my masterinvestigating my strengths throughhis wisdom, usurping his visionHow do you get this effect or thatMake a cloud look billowy and softTrain your hand to make an imageand still relay your feelings withtraining, craft and skill? While I shyly bowed my hea