Bio Note: I was born in New York, grew up in California, last studied in Texas, and worked for decades in Florida before returning to the promised land of Santa Cruz. My poems have appeared in all the states where I lived and, especially, at moriapoetry, Chicago. Also in UK, Spain, Portugal, Mexico, Brazil. I do some translations as well.
My therapist suggests I give air and wings to my feelings and dreams in my writing My literary advisor suggested I never use flighty therapy sessions as creative springboards My trusted accountant suggested that both therapy and remunerated literature classes were superfluous and unsustainable expenses My suggestion manager said she could no longer work under these conditions free of charge... I'm still figuring out what to make of this taste of freedom
Stopping in my EV
It was nearly Nochebuena (Xmas Eve) one of the culminations of the busy holiday season so I was feeling rather lucky to have found a prime sparking spot in the lot of the bustling market square preferred by the incessantly inferred in-crowds and the electricity provoked in the city-state body of mine was fine and divine and the ionized current that flowed forth with fury for four or five minutes was plenty enough to charge my accounts til year's end.
©2021 Charles A. Perrone
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