This Summer Solstice Father's Day

        
                                  
                                       
is a day of new beginnings for me.  In the physical
progenitorial sense, I am not a father, and it is   
doubtful I ever will be or even want to be.  What  
then?  Sometimes how one sees one's spirit becomes   
reflected in one's body.  Even though I have been   
forgiven, I had let my outer body gather the dust   
and dirt of years.  Today, partly as the result of  
my new GP's insistence, I began the move toward the   
proper care of that organ.  Am also in the process   
of making more changes toward the betterment of my    
inner body since she gave me permission to do that  
which I thought I ought not do.  Are you enjoying   
my post-avant indirectness?  If you are not, you    
need to get with it as I can't promise anything.   
It's all in the flow, and I cannot know how that   
flow will go.  Yes, I do already feel better but   
the road ahead is long and treacherous.  Those  
of you who are fathers, I hope this day has been,
and continues to be, kind to you.                          
                                                       
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Ditched at last my old home page and made Google   
my home page.  Google is a spider you know, and   
we authors are arcane delicacies.                    
                                                   
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Have upped my water intake, mostly by diluting       
my nutrition drinks more.                      
                                                
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J J Gallaher posted a rant against accessible poetry   
which is drawing rebuttals from recent commentors at  
Poetry Foundation's Harriet--am really not certain,
it may be from only one commentor at PFH.  If it isn't   
difficult it is isn't art, JJ contendeth.  Bet you can't  
find where I hid the egg.                               
                                                      
                                                    
                                                      
                                                     
                                                     
                                                   
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