There’s a catbird outside my window…

Cover of Planet of the Blind....man and dog....

There’s a catbird outside my window. He sounds lonesome. That’s the thing: all of creation is aching from solitude and horniness.

Meanwhile I guide my life by dreams, inefficient as always, prone to depression, occasionally pressing my forehead on the wet lawn early. 

Meanwhile here are several true statements about my life:

Once, afraid of the Russian police, I pressed my face against a birch tree and cried.

Once, I lit my shoe on fire in a fleabag hotel.

I sailed alone while blind through a thunderstorm.

Rode an elevator with Melvin Laird, told him I loved his “war thing.”

Was sneezed on by an elephant.

Hit a Chinese bell with a coin when none of my sighted friends could do it.

Had a soulful moment with a donkey in Galway.

Beat a French chess champion who overturned the board.

Held Enrico Caruso’s saddle shoes.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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