I loved The Munsters when I was a child. When asked to write an “artist’s statement” in graduate school – I actually said I wanted to be kicking around in the leaf-blown yard of Munster-like house.
I came across this lovely little clip recently. True wisdom for our age – for any age.
Love each other because you’re human. Understand that we all follow different paths and respect one another.
What does matter is the size of your heart and the strength of your character….
My untitled poem
[Sleep pulls me down on a Christmas pillow]
has been published in Silver Streams journal.
Silver Streams is a new publisher in Ireland. Call me Internationale.
I grew up in a tough neighborhood. (don’t stereotype me)
I was in a band. (for about 5 minutes)
I was in a few movies. (another 5 minutes)
I wrote my first “novel”at the age of 11. (an angst ridden piece about a girl who is kidnapped because she witnessed a crime)
I was actually kidnapped. (not at 11/that story is waiting for publication)
I always have wanted to own a Munster-like house.
I’ve gotten lost in every major city I’ve ever been (including abroad. Trust me when I say every country/every city has neighborhoods you don’t want to be lost in at dusk)
I keep a lot of random facts as well as insignificant details in my brain. (jokes don’t stick tho)
now the stalkers know – don’t be a stalker….