Poetry and Prose at Ninety
There is certainly nothing in the title of this slim volume that is the least bit mysterious. On the contrary, it is simple, direct, and to the point. I am now ninety-three years old and started this effort at eighty-seven, pursuing it on and off until now (2019).
As to why I choose this way to disseminate the content found here, when the finish line is in sight, if one has anything to say, it should be said without delay. And as the odd thought crossed my mind, I tried to capture it with the results the reader may find herein.
Both love and war are, I believe, well represented here, and neither should be subject to scorn, for together they are, I believe, the two principal factors of our human condition.