To The Fair

Here I go again.   I said here that I didn't write songs, and yet here is yet another verse turned into a song, this one from the early 70's. Intro: My mother made me take you out She said that you were very sad, Because your mother and your dad Had perished in a roundabout. […]

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On the Music of Verse

I can neither sing, nor play a musical instrument.  I am devoid of musical talent, just like the rest of my family.  Now, it is true that my mother could play the piano, although since she was completely tone deaf, I'm not sure that counts.   My sister briefly imagined that she could play the […]

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On Creating Art

In 1980, after my divorce, I decided to study creative writing for the first time, and I took an excellent course through UCLA Extension.  I enjoyed the class, but I was nervous about one of its main requirements: that you submit a 5000+ word story to the rest of the class for their critique.  I […]

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My Mother's Grave

My mother died in 1979, on her sixty-ninth birthday. She had been visiting her twin sister in the hometown I share with the two of them, Beaumont, Texas. From her birth in 1910 until my grandfather’s early death in 1937, my mother and her sister were prominent members of Beaumont society as the daughters of […]

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On Memory

All my life, people have remarked on what a good memory I have.   When I was younger, I was often asked if I have a photographic memory.   Well, I don't and never did.  In fact, the so-called photographic memory of people's imagination probably doesn't exist.   What I do have is excellent recall, especially for moments […]

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"for 'twere absurd to think that nature in the earth bred gold, perfect in the instant;
there must be remote matter." - Ben Jonson
"I don't know what the question is, but art is the answer." - Guy Conner

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