You want to hear a funny story? [Well, maybe you won’t think it so; but it did provide ‘Us’ with some humorous distraction this a.m….] It began this way: When Body awoke after a good long piece of oblivion, Domestic-I … Continue reading
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(things one likes remembering…) The one piece of furnishings I most remember from all my pre-marriage years was a treadle sewing machine. It had a place in every home my parents made, from the San Francisco flat at Chestnut and … Continue reading
Longevity… As one nears the end of the Life Game, one accepts Fate and Chance are not the same; and encounters that ‘Midnight of the Soul’ of traffic never ceasing in numbers untold. Should one remain sane as one becomes … Continue reading
Alone… it doesn’t matter, how many persons with whom you once worked and loved. Doesn’t matter, how many children…. To read more of Tosca Lenci’s poetry, click on the link below: Leftover Rhymings, more Alone… it doesn’t matter, how many … Continue reading
Died, dead, DEATH, my dear! What is this ‘passed away’ we hear? Mere words, as if taking but an hour away; not eternally gone– just on to live some elsewhere day? I know how you feel. Your body’s given … Continue reading
Introduction No, one absolutely should not! Such I discovered some 30 years ago during a mid-life crisis of my own, when I undertook translating Dante Alighieri’s La Divina Commedia (“The Divine Comedy”) from the original Italian into English. A great … Continue reading
Intermediate Algebra: A Student’s Rhyme Poem by Tosca Lenci You can download this wonderful poem by clicking on the link below: Intermediate Algebra: A Student’s Rhyme Check out Intermediate Algebra: A Student’s Rhyme by Tosca Lenci #poetry #poem Click To … Continue reading
In every succulent orange Certain moments are certain: the unexpected spurt, one seed to spit out, sticky fingers…. To read more of Tosca Lenci’s poetry, click on the link below: Leftover Rhymings In every succulent orange certain moments are certain: … Continue reading
The true life of a writer is not so grand: one waking hour alive with the dead and the true writer must write, or be drowned by accumulation of thought…. The writer-archetype is born chimerically pre-suicidal, as much a part … Continue reading
The following is a short one-act play/poem: Escape to Eden: An Allegorical Poem in One Short Act by Tosca Lenci. We are ghosts…living in a world that’s ended. — Maxwell Anderson Characters in order of appearance: Death Commander Brain Nine … Continue reading