Regarding Trump’s campaign of hate and fear towards ‘undocumented’ immigrants, not to mention all Muslims… he must be unaware of the words engraved on the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty – an icon of hope for refugees and all new Americans for 130 years:
Poetry
The Good Old Days
Back in the ’80s I went through a songwriting phase. Most are kind of embarrassing to me now, but this one still resonates with me – and just maybe it will with you, too. Here are the lyrics.
The End
Not a cheerful poem. But short.
The Beginning of the End of the Beginning…
Thoughts on looking too closely in the mirror.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 