When we have time, Dear Reader, we shall read about Antonia here.
Scott shoveled me out today, being very careful not to wrench his bad back, which he ices every 20 minutes.
I'm not going anywhere as I live on a very hilly street and will wait a while.
Was gonna post some photos my sister Lynn sent me this a m.
One of her town house and two or three of her meals.
She is a great cook.
Why, you ask, are they not on here?
They all came out upside down and looked simply terrible... I'll show you now....
I have been waiting all day to go upstairs and submit to various online journals.
I haven't procrastinated, just had many other things to do.
Am drinking some tea that Yin brought me. Can you see me walking carefully up the stairs and bringing it to my office?
Just submitted five poems to Velvet Tail.
Just submitted three poems to Goblin Fruit.
Most importantly, I submitted all to Hektoen International: The Psychiatrist Who Disappeared (true), The Ninety-Nine Steps (fiction) and the poem Seven Minutes in Hell.
Gloom Cupboard awaits my submissions. Can you see them jumping up n down and doing cartwheels? They just can't wait to rejec.... I mean, accept me!!!
MOUNTAINS TO CLIMB
On Martin
Luther King
Service
Day a blizzard
is
brewing at the nature
center
where I volunteer.
My
fingers slowly freeze
as I
carry the clippers
to a tree
I must free
from smothering
vines.
The icy
ground has no
purchase
for my boots
as I fall
on my way
to the trees
who
await
their freedom.
Clip!
Clip! Clip!
Dr King of
the three
names was
shot
to death
to death
by Ray of
the
three
names,
James
Earl Ray,
southerners
both,
on
opposite sides
of the
copper penny.
I walk to
the edge
overlooking
the
Pennypack
Creek.
I watch
myself
being
pushed
over the
edge.
The
killer walks
away, as
I am pulled
under in
my thick
layered
clothing, my
pink
socks underneath
leaky hiking boots.
Submerged,
I think
of Martin
and the
many
mountains he
climbed
to get his
people
free.
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