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  • Creating more songs today

    I’m creating more songs today using the poems from KsanaKai poetry book. It’s not that easy even using AI tools like SUNO or DeepSeek. Garbage in, Garbage out– Frankenstein sometimes! However, I’m pleased with most of the songs. That’s an… Continue reading

  • Hello from Daytona Beach, Florida

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  • It’s been a minute…

    I’m reconnecting with my blog today. It’s been a minute, well actually 4 years since my last post. (Yikes!) A lot of good things are happening, creating songs from my poetry, which I’ll feature a link soon on my site,… Continue reading

  • Daytona Beach day 3: The Feet of Fleeting Birds poem

    It’s day of an enjoyable short vacation. Claire and I make the most of the beach, she taking 2 hour walks, me running an hour and a half. Yesterday we both walked together, though I did some sprints while we… Continue reading

  • Jog on Daytona Beach

    Vacationing at Ocean Walk resort for a few days. My first morning, I wake up and jog/ run 1 hour and 20 minutes. No account of how many miles, just running and running chasing the seagulls as they gather together… Continue reading

  • Your Garden

    It’s been a minute since I grazed heremy blog beneath the chalky white pastel moonso long since I last grazed heremy muse reenters this blog… This poem above… I call it a koan haiku because like a koan each “huatou”… Continue reading

  • Running Daytona Beach, Fl

    It’s December 26th and we’re talking 80 degrees in Florida. I’m not complaining, chilling at the Wyndham Club Resort. I’m still tired from returning from a week in Long Island, NY this Friday. So driving to Daytona on Saturday is… Continue reading

  • Love’s Waterwheel Dancing Orchard Fields

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    Love’s Waterwheel Dancing Orchard Fields

  • Push-ups for performance day five

    This morning, Friday December 24th, I awake at 3:45 am to catch a flight ✈ from LA Guardia, NY back to my second home Florida, where I now live. I’ve no time for push-ups as my brother, Jim, is arriving… Continue reading

  • What makes this a good poem? Sylvia Plathe

    This famous poem ranks only a 4 on AllPoetry.com auto-rank. So what makes it a good poem? MirrorBy Sylvia Plath I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.Whatever I see I swallow immediatelyJust as it is, unmisted by love… Continue reading