The Sun in Poetry
Miracles Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over […]
Miracles Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over […]
Annual Appointment with My Accountant Another night, another year. At dawn The clock exploded in my ear. I woke And staggered to the train. The mist stretched on The Hudson like
Vernal Equinox The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies between me and my book; And the South Wind, washing through the room, Makes the candles quiver. My nerves
Isn’t it stressful having Parkinson’s disease? It’s practically a 24/7, can’t-escape-it career. With homework. You have to exercise almost daily; take longs walks in nature; get plenty of sleep; do creative
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Here’s a two-for-one: 1. The Huffington Post just published an article titled “Why I Refuse to Give In to Parkinson’s Disease,” written by a fellow Parkie named Steve Alten. In the
The River And I behold once more My old familiar haunts; here the blue river, The same blue wonder that my infant eye Admired, sage doubting whence the traveller came,—
The Awakening I dreamed that I was a rose That grew beside a lonely way, Close by a path none ever chose, And there I lingered day by day. Beneath
While flying home from California, I reviewed the older Parking Suns posts, and noticed that in the Throwback Thursdays Art, the sun is typically “off screen and to the left”
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Parky had a great time on his trip to California. He wrote this sonnet as a way of thanking our host, Bill Harwood. A car, a train, a bus, two
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Here’s Parky in the departure lounge at New York’s La Guardia airport. New York’s been bitterly cold and snowy, so he’s heading to San Diego, California, where it’s sunny and
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