Whiling away tempos slowly,
creating a resemblance to lullabies being
sung to a child at bedtime.
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Stepping lightly, careful not to fall to either side of life’s banal arrangement.
Extrapolating and finding a place for each one to recline in many rhythms being written right now.Composing sonatas and etudes in areas of my mind where I lounge and play with all sorts of ideas, taking all into caverns of intellect, while allowing imagination to have free rein transporting them to outer limits.There they will…
A person, humiliating and cornering me with abuse, causing me to hide away interiorly again.
Leaving everything well enough alone, but it causes an emptiness within, tempting suicide to uncover itself after all these years.
Remembering Bound Brook, New Jersey, my very own Mayberry, R.F.D.
Living with my Grandmother, parents, Aunts and Uncles we had a happy time together.Grandma was from Mierto, Sicily and spoke broken English.When I was one she became an American citizen and forbid speaking Italian any more and I struggled at that young age to learn English.When starting school, I wouldn’t talk and had a hard…