We did not live in a mansion. We lived in Kokomo.
We didn’t have a second or a third home. We had a camper
down on Pondera on Sand Point. My father’s black ties were thin.
In winter his suits were wool. My mother’s Mink went to her waist.
When we moved down here in our neighborhood in the Midwest
the community was chosen to get me into this specialty school.
I read Vonnegut starting in sixth grade and Updike. In the summers
during Elementary School we would spend in Spokane with my favorite
cousins. I traveled in the late sixties and early seventies sleeping in
parks and schools and Churches. I am restrained by what I
say along the way. For many reasons. I would like to be open,
but I am reserved. I would love to tell you of Yellowstone and Montana
and the East coast.
I would love to tell you about Elephant Pants? (gigantic bell bottoms).
I would like so much for so many things. I’ve been asked to play
in a band at a Church and they will teach me. As a child one kindness
upon another in my life from others. And still the same.
And I do deserve it? I am a kind person who cares. I think soon I will switch
to short stories perhaps since I am at a resting point in poetry and
exposition on my life. I may find that very enjoyable for a while. And I am
going to post my practice on the guitar and piano as well.
September 