In 2009, when I met someone who would become a dear friend and colleague, I wrote this poem. I knew, when I was introduced to him, that he was not like many other people I had met in publishing. He…
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Reflections of My Heart: Flower Garden
This poem was written in 1983. One spring day, my friend and mentor and I exercised in a cul-de-sac in Santa Monica, California. We walked up and down a set of over two hundred steps where many people exercised. Many…
Reflections of My Heart: Crossing Boundaries
This poem was written in 2014. It was about my friend in Massachusetts. He was going through a mental crisis. We talked and talked and talked, but I could not get through to him to get help. I even called…
Reflections of My Heart: Gateway Ahead
Somewhere between 1983 and 1985, I wrote this poem. Again, despite all the tears brought on by grueling life lessons, pain, and worry about how to prove myself to all humanity, I let go and wrapped myself in warm,…
Reflections of My Heart: Ebbing and Flowing
Here is another poem from a relationship I thought could stand the test of time. But it didn’t. After college in 1985, I thought, maybe, just maybe, this time things would work out. Maybe this time, this relationship would be…
Reflections of My Heart: Crashing
In 1984, while going for my daily walk to think, rejuvenate, and exercise my body, I looked up and saw another bird. Do you remember the one I told you about before? Being In tune with all of life, great…
Reflections of My Heart: Dusting
In 1985, I glimpsed memories of all I had been through. Some good. Some not. They came over me in a twinkling, shining with a gleam, then changed from bright to faint for a moment, a moment in which I…
Reflections of My Heart: Divine Cruelty
In my heart, sometime between 1980 and 1983, those hard years for me, I attuned myself to hearing when people became cruel and willfully caused pain, emotional hurt, and trauma. Today, I can pick it up immediately. Nothing can ever…
Reflections of My Heart: Days
One day in 1984, as I sat in the stillness of my home, alone and pondering my life, I thought of my past and whether I would ever have the opportunities non-disabled people took for granted. Here I was in…
Reflections of My Heart: Dawn Rises No More
I wrote this poem in 1982, a time when I felt as if my years on this earth, and everything I did to prove myself, ripened only intermittently, as if my discipline and effort meant nothing. I got occasional glimpses…