Category Archives: Music for Men Over Fifty: Poems of Love and Surgery

Riddle me

Published in Transition 2009 like a wet dahlia in the rain like the trace of a purple felt marker like hammers hitting the strings of a badly tuned piano like the echo of boots stomping downstairs as if it mattered like a no account derelict with an open hand like the scent of a rotted

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I Dreamed I Met Justin Trudeau

Last night I dreamed I met Prime Minister Justin Trudeau in an almost empty Winnipeg Hudson’s Bay building. I explained a problem about needing new shoes for my feet, one real, one fake. I wanted real shoes, perhaps not as fancy as his, but leather white-collar shoes, black, brown, no matter. Not sandals, not sneakers,

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Come to the “Lame Is…” Cabaret!

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow’s good thing iswas theatre, preparing for the “Lame is…” cabaret. The good people; the whole company of 24 or more, in rehearsal. Big nights are next week Friday and Saturday. There’s a “pay what you can” matinee on Saturday afternoon. I’m making my adult stage debut as a sit-down comic. Come

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MY DAILY FLOG: TODAY’S PAIN

It’s hard to explain, but my pain remains more or less the same. Three surgeries ameliorated pains in my hips (both artificial hips approaching 5th year) and in my left foot. It’s prosthetic replacement is allowing me to stand, to walk, and to sit more comfortably at my desk when I’m working. Nothing has been,

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Published Last week in Jerry Jazz Musician

Revelation The light on the road to Chicago turns us toward each other, stories full in our mouths. There is room in the Volkswagen for what we need, growing in the music of Al Green and Norah Jones. Reaching ahead of our selves, we hold hands as the dusk settles her skirt around us, we

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Roommate Bed 4

Roy has a spinal injury as a result of  fall in his bathroom. He hit his head and his back, badly damaging three vertebrae requiring surgery. He and Eugene have been here in room 525 the longest.  Roy is nearly ready to go home, likely by the beginning of September. His home is in Beausejour,

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My (New) Left Foot

My new left foot is resisting me, or me it, more likely.  I will write down the instructions for putting it on, because I always forget something. Today my walker, my extra liner socks, and my shoe for the right foot. Those are just things, and easy to retrieve. I need them to do the

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My Daily Fog

Monday night Just back from a meeting of diverse theatre artists with disabilities from neophytes to working professionals planning for the “Lame is” cabaret September 14 and 15, presented by the sick and twisted theatre company, Deb Paterson Artistic Director.  There were at least a dozen of us, working out ideas and groups.  I deviated from

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My New Left Foot

Walking Here I am showing off for my daughter and her phone camera. This is as good as it gets, until tomorrow, day after tomorrow, day after that as I become more accustomed to my new leg and new left foot. There are no fancy $10,000 mechanics and electronics, and it’s heavy, considering that part

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Quotation and Recommended Reading

The Letterwriter “If I am out of my mind, it’s all right with me,” thought Moses Herzog.  Some people thought he was cracked and for a time he himself had doubted that he was all there. But n0w, though he still behaved oddly, he felt confident, cheerful, clairvoyant and     strong. He had fallen under a

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