Today I return to a remarkable journey. We'll start from the beginning.

Stream this afternoon.

I keep thinking I need to put together a third one. I still write poems, just not nearly as often!

I have quite a backlog, though.

I was once a grand marshall in a parade, dressed as Stan Laurel and riding in a Model T.

Beware magic words.

Today I am bidden to once again offer a poem from my recent book, "Hope is the Second Door on the Left."

Beware those selling anger as a solution to impossible guilt. Their price is self-hatred, and slavery.

This is Me.

I think on things a lot and I used to talk to people about them, but these days I put them into poetry instead.

So far it seems to work better.

One more, today.

Let's start with a poem, because poetry is part of what I'm about these days.