I know people don’t listen to the radio as much anymore. Especially those under forty who probably listen to streaming music. When I’m driving, I tend to leave on the radio. Sometimes an unexpected song will play that resonates with my soul. In other words, it captures my mood and/or gives me hope.
I originally wanted to start by writing that the summer is half over, but instead I decided it’s still half full. Right?
Thank the Sun
Oh, beautiful, for spacious skies
(pass-a-grill beach, St. Pete, FL)
Love is the Prize
Strange Cup of Tea
That Great Street
Come Sail Away
Simply out of Place
Mystical Tours 5
Mystical Tours 4
Mystical Tours 3
Mystical Tours 2
Mystical Tours 1
by L. Virelli
A tale taken from my real life diary.
Howie Dewin, 1 … Howie Dewin, 2 … Dick Tator.
I typed the strange names into a computer at work—hotel reservations for several different people. Tension knit between my brows. Who on earth used such ridiculous names?
A Peek Inside a Secret Diary
During another era, in a different century, I got to meet my idol. I was nineteen years old. For a long time now, I’ve wanted to write a story about it but wasn’t sure I had enough material.
I wrote a diary when I was younger (now I’m young, then I was younger), and figured I must’ve written about it in there.
In case you missed my post on Saturday, I entered my first online poetry contest on the Best New Poems site. I’d sure love for you to cast a vote for me. Once you get there, click one of the social media buttons at the bottom of the poem.
In asking for your help with votes, I can’t help but think of this Chicago song (below) from 1977. Thank you to all who voted for me.