The Fall creeps in like a mother lion/we wait for an opportunity to socialize about art
We return to the Bronx and try to get things rolling. We submit our work for publication and a record rejection comes flying back. We maintain a kind of status quo/ you get out to paint/I ruminate/we meet at a certain point in time.
poeting for 32yrs; started in Atl. and now I LOOK TO COMMUNICATE ABOUT ART ; FIND THE RHYME IN THE HEART; FIND the HEART IN THE RHYME;Ilove my grandchilren and children .. there are 22 , of us all together ;one on the way ..yeah,I want people,more than anything, to comment on my blogs;they are rough ,yes, but kernals of poems/please take the time to offer me some critique in the form of a few words;I will always react.