The writer continues to write.
- Asheville, North Carolina, USA
- September 26
- I am a poet-essayist-singer-songwriter, and advocate for the poor, with a teaching and counseling background. I grew up in Florida, now live in Asheville, North Carolina. I also lived in New England 20 years.
I love nature, music, and poetry. I am married and we have three adult-kids between us and four grandkids!
I am interfaith, leaning toward Taoist, Celtic, and Native American spirituality, and an "Obama Democrat."
Currently, I am working on poetry and prose as well as publishing political columns. I am also phone banking nationally for Obama.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Not Believing in the
Banishment of Love
October 16, 2013 02:20PM
- On This Ordinary Day
October 07, 2013 07:11PM
- As the Sun Goes Down
October 06, 2013 06:01PM
- Chipping Away at Problems
October 06, 2013 06:46AM
- Ghosts Who Live Inside Us
September 30, 2013 11:23AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Thank you...”
October 07, 2013 05:39AM
- “A lot of people
September 30, 2013 08:35PM
- “Dove cries are also a
September 29, 2013 10:49AM
- “I can understand. These
were mild sounds.”
September 29, 2013 10:15AM
- “Yes, tea time can be
therapy, and meditation.
September 29, 2013 06:43AM
Patrick Frank's Links
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I had a bad fall this am and am still sore but a good night's sleep should take care of it. If I do have MRSA the antibiotic I received should take care of that. As I get older, my balance continues to get worse, I think. Something to adjust to,… Read full post »
Up at 3 am, insomnia again. Lily the cat nuzzling me. A nice cool (not cold!) evening. I have the feeling of things coming together, and centerdness, of being able to breathe. This is no small thing. Something to rest in, but not cling to. When you try to hang on… Read full post »
They just think their way is THE way, they are saved, I am not. They may not come out and say it, but I feel it. And they feel faintly sorry for me. I feel it. They see my life as a failure. I feel it. They consider me low life.… Read full post »
Moving slowly into spring,
a new house and neighborhood, a new way of being, gradually feeling at home, settling in, the cats settling in, at the windows, relaxed, staring out at the world. Hear the cry of the dove...again, Sleeping soundly for the first time in forever. Here's hoping, here's hoping,… Read full post »
"My motto was always to keep swinging. Whether I was in a slump or feeling badly or having trouble off the field, the only thing to do was to keep swinging." (Hank Aaron) Aaron, a consummate athlete and a person to admire. I saw him hit number 713. He… Read full post »
Sometimes you just know that someone's lying...
something in their voice, their stance, their eyes. You just know, you just know. you have a strong feeling in your gut. You try confronting, but get nowhere. There is danger in their presence. You could hang around and try to dig out the… Read full post »
On the move again
and listening to Foreigner. Back to the 80s in my mind. Remembering when I got mugged outside the Urban League, hung out at Burger King, rode a bus sick to the scruffy woods beside K-Mart, dreamed of something better, drivin' up and down 91, shooting hoop near… Read full post »
talking behind our backs, bad mouthing no doubt, making decisions that affect our lives, not having the guts to talk with us directly. Hope I will never be guilty of that. Labeling us low-life makes them feel better about themselves. But I will hold my head high.
Anyway, the… Read full post »
She is in the hospital,
needs healing, can't get through to her, kept away, I walk the halls, don't know why the forced separation, unless a being from a distant galacy tells me. I feel guilty, should I, I can't fix anything, this wound may never heal, the one inside… Read full post »
A Committee, upstairs, faces hidden, always, making decisions in hushed tones that screw up your life. They have never seen you, heard your side, had the courage to face you directly with their decision. You are helpless, you are hopeless, or you feel that way. You walk out the door downstairs… Read full post »
When you fear, when you fear, someone's gonna hurt you, when you can't stop thinkin' about, when fear wakes you up in the middle of the night, hang on, hang on, deeply reflect and write, talk to someone, a trusted person, at dawn walk out into the light... (beginning to sketch… Read full post »
Up at 6 am. Feeling good. I find I am eating more protein, less breads and such. It's cool out but not bitter cold. I continue to ride my "low horse." Safer that way. Good Obama is in Israel. Personal contact between leaders is always better. And this is true of political opponents,… Read full post »
There is a great danger in cynicism dominating our thinking in politics, the media, and our personal lives. Granted, there is much to be wary about in both our immediate environment and the political scene. But constantly believing that nothing can ever change actually serves as a self-fulfilling pro… Read full post »
8—She leaves me alone,
calls back from someone else’s house, her laughter mingles with the laughter of a young man in the background. I feel imprisoned in my apartment. Darkness falls. I down a bottle of aspirin. Just lie there for a while. Finally decide to drive myself to the ER.… Read full post »
I am actively submitting to agents and publishers and working on a new series of "time machine poems" aimed at healing memories. I blog to this site and OS.
Linda and I are planning a trip to the West and Midwest this summer. Any blogging and FB friends who want to… Read full post »
I am being attacked, but if I defend myself,
I will be betraying friends, so I bite the bullet. When someone offered to help a long time ago, I should have accepted it. When my shrink said to quit the job a long time ago, I should have taken her advice.… Read full post »
I am at the dumpster in Gainesille, throwing away my stuff, on the move again. I come to a tin box filled with my older poetry, and I hesitate for a moment, then decide to throw it away. I walk back out to the street to my car. Then I hesitate,… Read full post »
Trapped inside a machine, in the dream,
surrounded by gears, have no idea how to escape. Suddenly I blast through the metal casing, into the light, where I can breathe clean air, gather my thoughts.
I am in a relationship and a job that are not going anywhere, seeking liberation… Read full post »
Some we donated. I took her TV with rabbit ears home and her typewriter. Her clothes had her smell. She did not have a headstone. I miss watching Murder She Wrote with her, Perry Mason, buying her sweet
I'm riding my bike to a job interview, cross the state line, pass the Casino, fall down, hands are bloody, pants are torn. What happened to my car? I go inside and try to clean up in the bathroom, make sure I am not bleeding before shaking hands. I go through… Read full post »
1998, Ken wants to speak with me,
I don't brush him off, we go outside on the porch, he says he has reached the end of the line, says "I want to shoot up one more time, then check out." He never confided in me before. Why now? I ask… Read full post »
I'm back on the court
sweating like crazy, feeling good. It is right next to a placground and soccer field. I hear the shouts of players and kids on the jungle gym. Twilight is just about here. There are players on the other basket. I am alone but with others, with… Read full post »
A turn of the dial
it's 1994, separated from my mom by a glass partition, I see her desperate, pleading eyes, I stand ramrod straight before the staff, say let me go to her side, won't take no for an answer, I hold her hand, say I love her, stay like… Read full post »
My son came up with a good phrase that I want to write an essay about: "chain of trust," pointing to the significance of trust when it extends out beyond a primary relationship to a family, community, or society a whole. This phenomenon is relatively lacking in America, certainly in the… Read full post »
Had a dream about crossing a long bridge from an island to New England, though I know I have never been in that particular place. It is a repetitive dream, and I think repeated dreams have special significance. Fear of a transition in my life? I moved from the South to… Read full post »