Are you well?
Lovely to see you.
O kind sir
Have some tea.
Perhaps you’re a figment of
For the latest DVersepoets
we’re asked to write in a style of poetry,
supposedly Spanish, known as Shadorma
For my first twelve years of school I had virtually always gone to exceptionally good Catholic schools in Queens and Long Island. In grammar school, with the exception of two weeks in Copiague Junior High School at the beginning of the seventh grade, I went to St. Gabriel’s in East Elmhurst for six years and spent most of my last two years at Our Lady of Perpetual Help in Lindenhurst. After that I went to St. John the Baptist Diocesan High School in West Islip. I’ve always really enjoyed keeping in touch with people from those days. As Hope, one of the ladies from my class at St. John’s, once said on Facebook, just because we were classmates so long ago, doesn’t mean that we should be forbidden to try to be friends again now. Because of my having spent all my adolescence and most of my adult life in Lindenhurst it’s always been so much easier for me to get back to St. John’s reunions than St. Gabriel’s. During the very early days of the twenty first century I got back in touch with a few friends from Jackson Heights and I’ve been to a couple of St. Gabriel’s reunions with most of them. My parents and I got to see a lot of my old friends and their parents and families. The Sisters of Charity, de la Salle Christian Brothers and lay teachers who were on the faculty and administration were there too. I always have a really nice time at St. John’s reunions too with all the classmates, and Dominican and Franciscan Sisters and lay teachers from the faculty and administration. The hard part for me has always been having to say good-bye when it’s all over. Although I understand that the food, music and other circumstances at these events are never objectively any better than they are at other parties or occasions, being back with all the people from my early days, in the same place in which we first got together, is inevitably quite a thrill. Over the course of the past quite a few years I’ve been in touch with very many of these people on Facebook and e mail anyway but that’s never struck me as anywhere near as interesting as seeing them in person. It’s even better when we can get back together on the grounds of the school, though St. Gabriel’s was recently turned into a public school. It’s so interesting for me to be able to see how these people and places have turned out over the course of the time that’s passed since I was a kid. I’ve always been quite smitten by the grass-is-always-greener-on-the-other-side syndrome. At least I understand that though. It wouldn’t be the same if I could see them in person on a regular basis again. Then it would become a routine chore and would lose all its charm. Each of those specific times, precisely because they’re so infrequent and so temporary, is so very hard to let go of when it has to end. Because I’ve always had both an overwhelmingly good imagination and an intense interest in my past I tend to get really engrossed in times like this. The bookworm in me sees it somewhat as if I’m revisiting a previous chapter in my life story. Although no one can rewrite anything like that it’s still quite nice to see how all the characters, and the settings, have turned out. Each of us, though, has to make sure he leaves before midnight in order to avoid turning into a pumpkin.
“God’s wisdom is something mysterious that goes deep into the interior of his purposes.” ~Apostle Paul
I write because I read. I read because I write.
the beauty of a life of travel
There is no time to be bored in a world as beautiful as this.
a place to rest and read a good story.
A Total Eclipse of the Art
Because There Is More Than Black and White
It isn't Islamophobia when they really ARE trying to kill you
You can be the greatest
Live Simply Love Deeply Dine Well
My Personal Space On The Web To Post Anything That Tickles My Fancy
Defending the TRUTH
"Taste, see how good the Lord is."
Don't look outside for the monastery. Look inside.