Monthly Archives: September 2016

Emily Dickinson – Rebel

Much Madness is divinest Sense Much Madness is divinest Sense – To a discerning Eye – Much Sense – the starkest Madness – ’Tis the Majority In this, as all, prevail – Assent – and you are sane – Demur … Continue reading

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Two Literary Pieces from my Mom

My Mom, Etta Marie Rizzuto, asked me to post these two  poetic pieces on my blog. ‘Cardboard Boxes’ Snow slowly drifts down onto Leafless trees, dirty streets with Shuttered homes and Cardboard boxes covering homeless people   Fragrant flowers, poking … Continue reading

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[I’m sixty years old.] I wish for a private grave on another planet; with pretty flowers, to be seen only by God.  

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