Ninety-Seventh Rose Yes, my arms have held her. Yes, my eyes have lingered on her form. Yes, my thoughts have spiraled up and down the length and yes, the shapeliness of her. Yes, I forsook every other blossom and chose the rose.
XCI Be free. The least you can do is leave behind your books and papers and consider yourself equal, not superior, not owed a good time. It evokes anger from eternity that after spending a year in gaining and losing things, the mere baggage of existence, our race loads up again to be heavy with the weight of its own preoccupations on vacation. To relax with a soul cupped lovingly between two hands and carried effortlessly upon the heart is more compassionate.
This piece is introduction to The Shady Grove, based on my experience as a resident of the trailer park by the same name in Van Nuys, California. I lived with the gypsies. I fought with the Philistines. I lived with them three years, seven months and twenty-eight days. They taught me a lot. John
In which the hero Delbert Bonner college age drops out to hitch hike across America with his friend Alexander Carmichael in the 1960s. To Hell with Life on the Mississippi.
It’s a wonderful place to live, but if you’re not poor they won’t let you in. JEF