At the age of 86, anticipating the arrival of my great-grandson Ezra Adam, in April, making me a Saba Raba, I think of Dorothy's final line, "There's no place like home." Our home is here. The new (and old) Fascism is. here. The geese will fly, the world will go on, the menace of the DTs continue. I will contribute as well, in my own and often less than brilliant way, a poet who knows that his poems will not be known as the world proceeds into its decline.
Yesterday I had an unpleasant medical "procedure," and afterwards I said TGIO, Thank God It's Over. I will undergo more unpleasant procedures, take more probably useless meds, go on grim diets, and do painful exercises, hoping to live four more years so I can say TGIO. True, I won't live long enough, no matter what I do, to join the long struggle beginning in 2028/9 to undo the damage that 's coming, but there's the younger generation and that damn thing with feathers that commands us to keep going.
Thanks everyone. Please don’t think I’m at death’s door. I didn’t mean to imply or suggest that. I’m just 79, with the chronic krenk I’ve had for years. And all these pills and procedures are what I’ve been dealing with for decades. I’m still here, after all. Nyah nyah nyah Donald.
At the age of 86, anticipating the arrival of my great-grandson Ezra Adam, in April, making me a Saba Raba, I think of Dorothy's final line, "There's no place like home." Our home is here. The new (and old) Fascism is. here. The geese will fly, the world will go on, the menace of the DTs continue. I will contribute as well, in my own and often less than brilliant way, a poet who knows that his poems will not be known as the world proceeds into its decline.
Yesterday I had an unpleasant medical "procedure," and afterwards I said TGIO, Thank God It's Over. I will undergo more unpleasant procedures, take more probably useless meds, go on grim diets, and do painful exercises, hoping to live four more years so I can say TGIO. True, I won't live long enough, no matter what I do, to join the long struggle beginning in 2028/9 to undo the damage that 's coming, but there's the younger generation and that damn thing with feathers that commands us to keep going.
Dear Esther, Love to you from Another Esther
Oh, Esther. I send you love and good thoughts and thank goodness for that thing with feathers.
I don’t know you, Esther, but I wish I could give you a hug. 🩷
Beautiful, Jessica, and you get to the heart of it! So relatable. 🩷
Mazel Tov!
Beautifully said.
Thanks everyone. Please don’t think I’m at death’s door. I didn’t mean to imply or suggest that. I’m just 79, with the chronic krenk I’ve had for years. And all these pills and procedures are what I’ve been dealing with for decades. I’m still here, after all. Nyah nyah nyah Donald.