As dawn approaches, the silent night sky fades away, Fresh and gentle like petals caressed by a breeze. Women are waking from their dreams, With determination and confidence to face the new day. Like cherry blossoms blooming in Japan, Women’s power is also revealed here. They symbolize the courage and beauty of life, And in…
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Suprise Me
Whispers of the Valley Breeze
Prompted By Dawn
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As dawn approaches, the silent night sky fades away, Fresh and gentle like petals caressed by a breeze. Women are waking from their dreams, With determination and confidence to face the new day. Like cherry blossoms blooming in Japan, Women’s power is also revealed here. They symbolize the courage and beauty of life, And in…
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1968: From the Reactionary South to the Revolutionary West
Prompted By 1968
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“You say you want a revolution...we all want to change the world,” sing the Beatles.
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Suburbia 1950s Style: Little Boxes
Prompted By Home
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Suburbia and my mother were grooming me for my future occupation of Mom.
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Aruba Nights
Prompted By Nannies and Babysitters
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Aruba Nights Somewhere among all the art work, photos, and birthday cards I’ve saved over the years are a few sheets of drawing paper with crayoned sketches, fastened together with string to make a little book – a precious piece of memorabilia from my son’s childhood. Noah must have been about four when we took…
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What’s a Snow Day?
Prompted By Snow Day
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I developed an awe of the men (I never saw a woman) who worked for CalTrans at all hours and conditions, keeping the roads open.
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Stowaways: Clyde, me, and the CHP
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He nodded the beak of his perfectly molded, authoritarian-style trooper’s hat in my direction.
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Some Of My Travels
Prompted By Travels
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Retrospect: Some Of My Travels By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2024 I‘ve been around the block more times than a city bus, mostly due to my stint as a computer trainer, a job that seemed to require me to be everywhere but home. The US, of course, was my stomping ground, a vast…
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Domestic Poetry
Prompted By Parenthood
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For me, being a parent is almost indistinguishable from being a poet.
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May-hem birthdays
Prompted By Special Birthdays
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Starting in 2020, birthdays have been correlated with horrible incidents for no apparent reason.
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The Valentine’s Day When I Turned My Opinion Column into a Personal Ad
Prompted By Valentine's Day
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Why not put aside issues of public concern and instead use my column for a private purpose: to advertise my availability as a single man?
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