I dreamt of a drowning man
and when I went to save him
another who looked like me
(the me in 1981
so full of youth and hope)
saved us both

sun beating down
flowers bloom
near summer ache
blue sky bloodied
it is dark here
still
so I wait
(not so)
patiently
for the light
of your
smile words company

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Seniors with a personal blog: an unexamined sphere

We are part of a huge community of bloggers with an important role to play in the world. But who pays attention to us? All research into blogging seems to be focused on business blogs, but most of us are blogging for personal reasons.

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Tantalizing Tuesday: Greta Garbo pt. 2

As we return this year to an older feature, ‘Tantalizing Tuesdays’, let’s finish our peek at the work of Greta Garbo we began in December.

I never said, ‘I want to be alone.’ I only said, ‘I want to be left alone.’ There is all the difference.

– Greta Garbo

Mesmerizing. When Greta Garbo is on the screen, it is her eyes I am seeking out, her many-faceted expressions that add so much more to the dialogue than just words. It is more than tactile, innate beauty. There are many people born, as some would say, ‘classically beautiful.’ But there was something else, something I cannot name, coming from inside her.

was it real?

don’t even joke
about red silk
when white cotton
has always been my downfall
(you didn’t know me)
running from temptation
a kid from the candy store

even though
we regret those things
we did not do
(I don’t believe you)
more than what we did
it is best
that you do not remember me

I can live without you, and
the memory of you
how you ate your way
through my belly
until you had devoured me