Poetry: “That Tree”
I just finished an online poetry workshop with Georgia Heard and Ralph Fletcher, both of whom I took writing classes with while a doctoral student at Teachers College Columbia University. […]
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Poetry
I Published a Book….
Check out my recently-published book of poems and short stories, many of which concern Parkinson’s disease.
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Frank Antonicelli’s Path from PD to a Creative Life
********** by Frank Antonicelli, guest author The initial symptoms of Parkinson’s Disease can be subtle and easily overlooked. It all began in 2003 when my wife noticed my right arm
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Update on Earworms
********** ********** Do you know what an earworm is? It’s a song that keeps playing repeatedly in your head, even when you don’t want it to. Lately I find that
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The Sun in Poetry: “In the Yellowstone”
********** In the Yellowstone Little pin-prick geysers, spitting and sputtering; Little foaming geysers, that spatter and cough; Bubbling geysers, that gurgle out of the calyx of morning glory pools; Laughing
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The Sun in Poetry: My Love
********** My Love My love has hair Like midnight, But midnight fades to dawn. My love has eyes Like starlight, But starlight fades in morn. My love has a voice
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Parkinson’s Poetry Slam
********** Parkinson’s Poetry Slam Parkinson’s Community Los Angeles sought poems written by Parkies, their caregivers, friends and family to compile into a book of poetry documenting the lives of
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Parkinson’s Poetry Contest
********** Parkinson’s Poetry Contest A couple of weeks ago, fellow Parkinson’s blogger Laura Kennedy Gould encouraged me to enter some of my poetry in a contest for people with Parkinson’s,
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The Sun in Poetry
********** I Sought the Wood in Winter I sought the wood in summer When every twig was green; The rudest boughs were tender, And buds were pink between. Light-fingered aspens
The Sun in Poetry
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Winter with the Gulf Stream The boughs, the boughs are bare enough, But earth has