More works self-published

I have always felt that journaling was a strong writing skill of mine. I'm going to publish sequentially the "journal" I put together of a life-changing first trip to Europe in 1995. This was put together before the computer age, so I hope you appreciate the "retro" look. (This was blogging before the Internet, kids!) The only background I think you'll need is that I just had gone through an ugly breakup with a woman I had been living with.

It is posted at http://euro1995.blogspot.com/

Double-click the images or open them in a new window to see them large enough to read my writing and appreciate the pix.

The journey/journal begins...

Van Gogh's Bedroom at Arles

This poem never found a home... I'm self-publishing.



Everything an artist needs:
a chair for weariness
and one for a friend;
green glass and mirrors to remind you to look
for the color no one else sees
until you show them;
some works of your own that you don’t despise
to remind you that happens
sometimes;
works of friends and masters
to remind you how far
you have to go;
stoppered bottles of paint thinner
to erase the mistakes,
a drink when you can’t stand it any more;
a large soft towel
because one tiny luxury
can allay the million poverties
attending this life;
a rickety bed with no room for two
sleeping any way but pressed close;
a vase for flowers
even if it holds none at the moment;
streaming sunlight on a wooden floor
green and bowing
throwing each step off balance;
a desk, trim and square,
to remind you of function and simplicity;
a door on either side
to come from nowhere and step into eternity.