The Sun in Poetry
The Lighted Window He said: “In the winter dusk When the pavements were gleaming with rain, I walked thru a dingy street Hurried, harassed, Thinking of all my problems that […]
Enriched Environment
Throwback Thursdays Art
Every Thursday, as part of my personal “enriched environment” initiative, I post a piece of art, usually from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which recently released online some 400,000 high-resolution
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Duopa – The Next Stage?
I’ve blogged quite a few times about the pros and cons of being on Sinemet (carbidopa/levodopa). Bingo! Bingo! Bingo! Bingo! Bingo! Bingo! My prose about the pros is that when
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The Sun in Poetry (and Quilts)
Heavy Threads When the dawn unfolds like a bolt of ribbon Thrown through my window, I know that hours of light Are about to thrust themselves into me Like omnivorous
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Rock On, Rock Steady!
Although I’m down on professional sports which lead to head injuries that later lead to Parkinson’s disease (e.g., boxing and football), I’m up on Rock Steady, a boxing program for people
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Throwback Thursdays Art
Every Thursday, as part of my personal “enriched environment” initiative, I post a piece of art, usually from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which recently released online some 400,000 high-resolution
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Thanksgiving Sonnet
I composed the sonnet below, inspired by a story a boy in kindergarten told me as he drew the above picture. His story, about someone cooking a Thanksgiving dinner in
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The Mist in Poetry
Mist Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain-head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream-drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the air, Where bloom the daisied banks and violets, And
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“The New Yorker” Updates My Drug Regimen
They must have seen my recent post. How helpful! (November 23, 2015, New Yorker)
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My Parkinson’s Anxiety Makes It in “The New Yorker”
“Why don’t we call that nameless dread of yours Bruce, and see if that helps.” (November 23, 2015, New Yorker)
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