#janice. d. soderling

It’s sad to lose a friend, you know, In bloom of youth, In healthy glow, Full of vigor, ethics, truth. It’s sad to lose that friend. It’s sad to lose a friend of old, His fumbling brain, Old jokes retold, Full of misery, aches and pain. It’s sad to lose that friend. But sadder still to lose a friend To politics, The ugly end. To hate and scorn and fascist tricks. Oh, how I miss that…

Der Arme Poet (best-known painting by Carl Spitzweg, 1839) ​​If only I can hatch a heartfelt rhyme, (with thought and frowns, it can’t be very hard), I’ll take my rightful place with the sublime. O, gradus ad parnassum. One quick climb. I’ll be crème de la crème and avant-garde, if only I can hatch a heartfelt rhyme. Top hat, cravat and walking stick meantime are ready—attributes to reap regard.…

Lucinda G. from Podunk City, A gal what big-time mens call pretty. Her lips is red. Her eyes is dead. I’m lookin’ for Lucinda. Lucinda G., she be my sister. One night she tell me in a whisper She ain’t gon’ stay She leave next day, Cause Johnny drop Lucinda. Lucinda G., she head for Dallas. She get a job at Girlie Palace. She write one time, She doin’ fine. The mens all love Lucinda. Lucinda G.,…