November 27
THE STORYTELLER
Funny stories I long to share with new friends have to be
put aside while the core of this entity is built. Mutual memory is the siding on a house framed
in integrity. Treading together through
the past, we strengthen each other's perception; it's the only support that can
be offered without time travel. We take
hands, then link arms, wander happily toward the future having the keys to
history jangling in our fists; we can return whenever prudent or
necessary. We forge a fresh path and
hope for a pleasant journey; between us we figure we have slain all the
dragons.
Invest in
idealism.
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At The Dodge
I remember so long ago
when I would come and sit and listen;
soak in the poets and the Consort,
sop it all into the sponge that listened and sat.
I did not know exactly what they were doing
and I didn’t know why I was there,
but I went and had a soak.
Now so many years hence
I am the writer I never knew
and I know just what they do ,
because I do it too!
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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