Yes, Patricia, anything is possible in May. Like me. I was born
in May along with the flowers and crawly things that bite when I
spread out on the grass and contemplate the meaning of why I was born in the first place. The Russians named a Day after it. And in grade school we named a Pole after it. May cannot be denied. -gene.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Is possible.
Even love.
Even now.
I love these sentiments, Patricia. Thanks for sharing. Love and peace,
Regis
Edwin
in May along with the flowers and crawly things that bite when I
spread out on the grass and contemplate the meaning of why I was born in the first place. The Russians named a Day after it. And in grade school we named a Pole after it. May cannot be denied. -gene.