Category Archives: The Young Writer

Bloom’s Bloom

Crash down Moses!  Yea and stareyes watch with twinkled stargaze on the seagulls soaring wildly, highly up into the clouds.  Icarus winged flight soar madly, smashing blindly into pockets of air, climbing higher, higher.  Jump the wall after climbing Jacob’s … Continue reading

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Ulysses and Me

A long journey back and I find myself at the typewriter, well past midnight on the college campus…trying to make sense of it all.  One of the most intriguing classes I took those many years ago was a wonderful little … Continue reading

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Ode To The Sixties

In the beginning was the word and the word had no meaning, except ‘do what you want’ ‘you can be anything’ and therein were sown the seeds of dissension which sprouted for some, destruction, some misconception, and for some, a … Continue reading

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From The Diary

More musings from a very young traveler. Eyes opening, yet still so young and naïve. These words were composed more than thirty years ago, when the author was still young and confused. Nothing too profound here…just a sharing of that … Continue reading

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The Journey

I am arming myself for the storms ahead. With a naked light bulb and some juice in my soul, I watch as cities crumble and ghost towns emerge. There’s no need t’ comment on London, Miami, or any other town. … Continue reading

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