How do you know when you’re done?

To be a writer, you have to be sufficiently self-centered to think other people might be interested in reading what you have to write or hearing what you have to say. Many people think the writing is all about the writer. They may be mistaken.

No, it’s not all about me. As you see, that would be absurd. But then, it is pretty much a one-person show.

A tiny minority to which you and I belong…

AN ENDING FOR EVERY BEGINNING

Truth & Inconvenience of a plasticized world

We used to look up at the stars on chilly Ukranian nights.

Distant blazes twinkled in our eyes.

Now we look up and see lesser lights

that scorch our Ukranian skies.

Fast forward – one direction, deceptive speed…

This virtual stuff will have to do for now, but…

If you miss me too, you can have the next best thing to the real thing. Any time you like, feel free (and I mean FREE) to view any of my videos at:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCnyTbY86Vh2a1v2vdq_X46Q

I confess to have written some dreadful poems.
I’ve abused innocent words –
kidnaped them, held them against their will –
captive, under deplorable conditions,
to suffer in horrible poems.

And I might have gotten away with it
if not for the vanity that compelled me
to incriminate myself
as I do now…

— Mike Cohen

UNCONSCIOUSNESS AWARENESS MONTH
&
SOCKS WITHOUT MATES DAY