No response from the Poetry Foundation.

I guess they really do hold poetry in their hands.

Now that's a selfie for you.

Telling.

The hands rotated with

Zombies

Through strobe lights with

Other forms of life

Into dreams

And highs

Windows in my home

Crystal lights play

Good things tonight

In shades of gray

Gals are making ways

As a new soup comes

For the world runs

Holds a cup flowing.

Imaginary human donut canibilism sexuality.

For you to learn about intellectually by high ranking American geniuses!

In a game like poker honesty is its own form of bluff, especially when nearly constant.

A thought for you:

Let's say,

I was placed somewhere

Somewhere out at sea

Anywhere

In a giant boat

That had all my desires on it

Also not a clue where I am?

As I get to ten there is time to begin again,

There are those

that see

And leave

And care

And watch elsewhere

Streams of newness

To the strange land

Of forgiveness

A reach of your hand

Is like a hug

So nice to feel

Now and then

Almost ten.

Not the Capitan!

Great writing is often effortless, but happens on its own time.  I let those babies decide everything.

YOU CAN WRITE POETRY AND IGNORE ROBERT FROST AND TS ELIOT IF YOU WANT.

Poetry as essential to experience for all creators of any art form.

Drinking Fine Wine less important in the future of poetry.

Also as a gifted student in Elementary school I got to learn about the local indians, read a 400 PAGE BOOK ON GENOCIDE and do nature studies with Mrs Tiwiliger.

Today I am an honorary member of the Bear Tribe or Miadu and recieved a gift from them in the mail upon moving out of Butte County.  No joke.