Nothing beats a cool drink and a villanelle on a steamy, sultry July afternoon. The drink can be random but the poem must be a villanelle. The haunting quality, the repetitions, the melodic story make for satisfying reading poolside. Here’s… Read More ›
Some wise person once said “The days go slowly but the years go quickly.” An even wiser person said “It all goes too damn fast.” We sixty somethings know that the older we get, the faster time goes. It’s… Read More ›
I was brought up to believe that to experience boredom was to exhibit a character flaw. “Only the boring are bored,” was the unhelpful response if I dared utter the words “I’m bored,” on some hot, endless summer day when all… Read More ›
Now we are Sixty 