Selections from All Seasons:
Lawrence Ferlinghetti - These Are My Rivers (a poetry review in the form of a poem)
Jacob (BONUS: not included in original limited print)
All Seasons was a limited-print self-published collection of poetry from the first two decades of my writing, from a wide-eyed and lonely fifteen-year-old atheist who had yet to kiss a girl or smoke a joint; to a teenage acidhead oracle watching an election get stolen (by George Dubbya) to a white Rasta hippie loafer; to my first legal 6-pack, getting married and the birth of my first son all in the same year; to a working-class father with a highschool education in a bourgeois liberal bastion in the age of Trump on the edge of a pandemic......
The title or phrase or idea 'All Seasons' I thought for years I had adapted from Miles Davis' "All Blues" until I realized I had stolen it from a Christina Aguilera song...but the meaning is related to the Catholic All Souls' Day this time of year, or in the thaw of Spring, when the cold of winter, the warmth of the spring, all the seasons can be felt in a single day, a single moment...in all our love and hate, triumph and failure, we are nothing other than our own totality...I believe poetry and music and art is the way to express this, to share it back with the world that watered us, for the dead do not bury their dead but rather, feed the living...
Verses True
All Seasons
All seasons live in my soul
this moment
full florida of summer bloom'd
bittersweet, golden fall
the pure possibility of empty winters
and this misty rain of spring dew
with green grasses afoot
these days live with them all
All seasons
these days
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