I write poetry. Sometimes I expand the poem into a story. At least that’s my present interest. I try not to worry about reality. It’s all real. Sometimes the colors are changed to protect the guilty or the innocent or both.
I know about life and risking. I know that good is a tricky word because sometimes the next word is bye. I believe in love. I revel in it. It’s free and delicious and doesn’t have any calories. Smiling is good for the facial muscles. Tears taste salty.
I’m married. The poet and the physicist. We try not to worry about being creative. It’s all creative.
Maybe these parts will be done in pages. I’m not sure. This is a page. I am sure of that.