Curious this affair named family,
a terrible and beautiful thing;
the bane and anchor of my sanity.
...
As winter's white succumbs to ebb,
Moraine strewn highway spans ahead.
Embattled stretch; asphalt; concrete
Dismal hostage revealed beneath.
...
in those languid moments of synaptic stupor pierogi and borscht settle in a sour cream dollop of reverie
aunt vi and the fifty pound lasagna of spoiled cheese
vic and grace -good bread good meat, good god let's eat—pass the biscuits please
wally was like a father to me
...
I have been afflicted
with a fine ecstasy.
No semblance of
rational consideration,
...
born, then grew up...some what)
Curious This Affair Named Family
Curious this affair named family,
a terrible and beautiful thing;
the bane and anchor of my sanity.
My blood, my temper, my identity
from the ancestral well of which I spring.
Curious this affair named family.
A concert of comfort and agony,
the chorus from which I'm muted or sing;
the bane and anchor of my sanity.
A precious and peculiar gallery,
‘till death, enduring from womb and to wing.
Curious this affair named family.
A velvet mossed rock of security,
a slippery stay to cast off, or cling;
the bane and anchor of my sanity.
A kindred campaign of catastrophe
or a harmonious herald to ring.
Curious this affair named family;
the bane and anchor of my sanity.