https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/soul_bluebossa/the gift is this: the poem writes itself. i am just the instrument and sensory recorder in this universe of divine intelligence. what a wondrous world!hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/soul_bluebossa/546516Farewell blogit friends and thank you so much for all the moral and artistic support. I will continue to write, of course, but now it's time to resume jazz flute lessons. love, margohttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/soul_bluebossa/545714every once in a while we see the albino around town he surfaces at odd hours from early morn 'til late at night usually on a pink moped that sports a basket in front decorated with fake flowers his choice in clothing leans towards the feminine but his body build says otherwise once i saw him up...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/soul_bluebossa/545534when my mom's house is sold pusser, the old cat will be homeless he's been there seven years roaming the neighborhood scouring the woods for mice always coming home to 6 matthew road he was the runt of the litter still slender and always gentle mostly black with a splash of white on his face he...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/soul_bluebossa/545315this is the eve of a most auspicious day for twenty-nine years ago you and i barefoot, wearing muslin gowns no rings, no flowers were wed by your father in his livingroom in crane, missouri my parents were there and your family it was over in seconds the "i do's" felt surrealistic for a modern...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/soul_bluebossa/545311he always sits in the same place in the corner by the nurses' station head down dozing but when i call out hi paul how are you his head pops up a grin from ear to ear and his blue eyes sparkle in that moment i know we connect with a certain human happiness unexplainable i always look forward to...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/soul_bluebossa/545026travelers we tho' the terrain arduous at times and the path unrelenting sit for a moment with me my beloved at our oasis listen to the wind blowing through the palms take shelter from the searing sun quench your thirst with these cooling waters have a bite of sweet fig to nourish the hunger hear...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/soul_bluebossa/544869in an old brown envelope worn thin with years was a hand-typed story of a man's explanation of his life's whereabouts since he was a boy whose parents were born in china who fled the invasion of japanese who lost contact with brothers and relatives that died his line, "living a very hard life,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/soul_bluebossa/544754how gently the rain falls o'er all the earth as each drop cleanses and refreshes in turn at times the running patter slows to a tapping drone only to speed up as the wind howls do you ever wonder if that rain is water recycled from faraway places like sri lanka carried across oceans and rivers...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/soul_bluebossa/544563there's a saying called "the elephant in the room" it's in front of all of us yet no one says a word is it lack of bravery? or pure fear fear of turning away fear of rejection whatever it is the elephant looms large and takes on a life of its own silent and foreboding lonely and hidden it longs...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/soul_bluebossa/544374your lavender blossoms hang suspended like clusters of delicate grapes that allow the sun to filter through translucent petals that flutter in the breeze such a brief spring appearance worth every second of adoration