biography in Postcards 4

He made this panel for all the lost, unknown, and unloved people who died of AIDS.

I woke this morning feeling very ill. I sort-of lay there, sweating, and waited it out on the bed. Around 0930, I came alive again. Alive is a good way to go into a day.

When digging around for that lost poem, I was very surprised at the number of poems and essays I wrote in 2010. Unfortunately, many of them have a heavy, negative weight to them. I found a piece from the same era but rewritten and not one that ends negatively. Unfortunately, I cannot get it to format here, but you can read it on my backup blog here.
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• Himself: Much of the morning spent on a Cadillac, a Mexican motorcycle, and a Freightliner.


• Myself: Copying my old writings to a new hard drive. The old hard drive is full….the new is very empty even with all that stuff I just dropped on it. The man mentioned yesterday in the first stanza was never seen again.


• Photo: Mine.


• Reading: A very old JA Jance that got marked as a Young Adult and shouldn’t have been. I never read it before.


• Gratitude’s: For everything today from 9 on.

Last updated March 27, 2019