 The 21st century snuck up on me -- I was caught, though I've tried to run away time and time again... finally, I collapsed in a heap on the desk, on the arm, of this century... she stared me down, and I blinked... she grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and bounced me off the wall: I yield! At least for now (once again), I yield...
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AuthorRobert Daniel Smith was privileged to serve the homeless and marginalized for 30 years in California. He is living now almost within shouting distance of the Twin Cities. He is a poet, artist, writer, and long-time Companion of the Way still dreaming... Archives
May 2022
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