By John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the…
Month: October 2021
When the Frost is on the Gargoyle
Ron WhiteheadNational Beat Poet Laureate When the frost is on the gargoyles and the pumpkins are painted black and the bats dart all round me I stare into my final night and peer into the pastI look over the vastness of 70 years lived on the road with friendsand I whisper hallelujah then recite the…
Can’t Get No Satisfaction
Maybe it’s pandemic recovery, or maybe it’s an overall dissatisfied malaise with the current social-paradigm we all seem to be mired into — but if you find yourself cruising the want ads, weighing your options, and buffing up your CV — you are not alone. And heads up those doing the hiring, workers have needs….