Thanks, Billy - appreciate that :)

Thank you!

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That's intriguing, Arthur, in more ways than one. (I'll explain at the end - it's a case of synchronicity as Jung would say) A colleague of mine confessed to me once that she was an 'old soul'. I immediately

Life's often a case of damned if you do, damned if you don't - aphorisms contain the wisdom of after-thoughts and torment us with what we should have or could have done. As for Old Hiram, oftentimes things

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Re: the last meme - I'd give that firm the benefit of the doubt and not automatically shun their wares (Mind you, if you can't bleach, dry or iron it, should you even wear it?) As for the President being

Oh, I didn't mean you, Arthur - I figured you were in my camp siding against the 'unromantic' psychiatrists...but you're right - I do let my subconscious have free rein. I was just discussing this the

I'm pleased that you react that way - It's a style I cultivated at seventeen when writing poetry - the narrator's voice and directly involving the reader - Mind you, I departed from it in my first published

Yes, it raises the whole question of why some have children to begin with and why it's so important to them. Personally, I think children are their own souls and if they return to spend time with you after

Laser focussed on getting his way, LOL!!

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hmm...bloated cats - sounds like a rock group, lol ...speaking of cats, we were wondering if we should put our own resident feline on a diet. I consulted with our vet. She took one look at Thomas' face

gli umori sono come il tempo - non può sempre essere soleggiato

Yes, so classical in a way - a soul returns from the dead to address the living. And that's the problem with guilt - if you don't admit it and quit it, the emotion lingers and turns into self-pity which

That reminds me of Russia, at least decades ago under the Soviet regime, where thousands would gather to hear a poetry reading by Pasternak, Vosnesensky or Yevtushenko...and if they forgot the words, the

Very perceptive! Of course, denial is not just a river in Egypt and everything has to be faced eventually. For now, Tessa is left out of the loop having lost not only her best friend, Lorraine, but her

That comment so encouraging, my friend - I also was thinking about this the day I wrote the poem - I was thinking about Northrop Frye, my old Professor, and a book he wrote called the Educated Imagination

Thanks, Arthur - always a good comment or observation :)