on this earthly plane we often have one Father pulling and another father pushing.

I threw that into an email exchange about our children I was having with the inestimable John Stein, who says thats profound.

I was thinking it was merely apropos. and, based upon growing experience.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

my eleven year old Emma Jo baked this (VERY) one-of-a-kind chocolate cake with her Mom today.

she is not only brilliant and beautiful, she talented and creative.

I love being a Dad.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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are poems meant to be an opus?

life plays-out like an opus.

can change always be good? its unavoidable. more so change, hopefully, good.

I’m wondering how poetry can fit into the evolution of life.

what is the hell is “poetic justice”? that’s a bit of random thinking. however, it just struck me as I was preparing to stop tapping and launch this post. so, I’m exploring that.

all that said, the point of this post is founded with:

“The days will continue to flee, and we shall want for their passing with each missed opportunity”.

I’m listening to Fall At Your Feet (again) by Crowded House. But also, You’ll Never Walk Alone for Liverpool FC! life is such a beautiful game, poetry adds beauty and balance to it. and, it turns out that Soccer (proper football) is referred to globally as “the beautiful game”. and, a great moment in soccer is more often referred to as, “poetic”.

you may be wondering what this has to do with Joanne, at least from a post title perspective. the answer is specifically nothing and everything. it all depends on how you read it, or say it, or interpret it.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork