Often erroneously attributed to Pablo Neruda, this short poem by Martha Medeiros suggests that we need to make a concerted effort to avoid death in small doses.
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The Neighborhood Enforcer
Major John, 71, is a retired law enforcement officer who keeps close watch on our neighborhood.
He demands protection money each time he sees me, but relents when I explain how I’m struggling to put food on the table while trying to convince Hollywood I’m the next Martin Scorsese.
I recorded this recent impromptu conversation with Major John outdoors on a cell phone. I apologize in advance for the random street noise that renders some of the audio a bit problematic.
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A Cat Named Spot
Poem about a cat named Spot. Spot, who had no spots, lived aboard the USS Enterprise in the 2360s.
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