Life was left sitting alone like a custodian…

Life was left sitting alone like a custodian.

School kids were herded past and told to ignore what they didn’t understand.

“We have the most commodified kids in the world here,” said Dr. Tiptoe.


When I die I hope I can really taste the birch leaves.


My clothes traveled far. I didn’t always appreciate their faithfulness.


Tolstoy: “I wanted to run after him, but remembered that it is ridiculous to run after one’s wife’s lover in one’s socks; and I did not wish to be ridiculous but terrible.”


If you want to be terrible you have to practice by sitting still.


A dog month, is a pomegranate split, thirty days of seeds.
Only in New Hampshire can you vote for a Nazi by mistake.
Edith Sodergran: “Every poem shall be the tearing up of a poem…”
Oh my feet, you moth eaten grand seigneurs, keep talking. It’s OK.

Author: skuusisto

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

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