PERSONAL NOTE TO CAROLE KING Happy birthday, Carole King: I still thrill to hear you sing. With all the wond'rous tunes you penned, deep emotions you share and lend. My life too has been a rug of vibrant hue; every time I add some threads, I think of you.
THE CURE I have a cold, am feeling crummy; throat is sore and nose is runny. Refueling on chicken soup and vitamin C, healthier tomorrow I plan to be. Crumpled tissues high and low; bottle of cough meds wherever I go. Although I'm still a little heady, by writing this poem, I feel better already
THE AMERICAN SENTENCE The American Sentence is a poetic form of 17 syllables created by the Beat Poet Allen Ginsberg. It is modeled after the Japanese haiku but written as a single sentence. 1. Pink of a sunset and fragrant roses; sunburned cheeks, runny noses. 2. Greige blends grass and farm wheat; it's the skin of a drum, pulsed out to a beat. 3. Midnight water delivers silver slivers to countryside rivers.
