Songs for the White Lady : Words of Apology for Many Sins Against Women : Images of Grace in Homage to Her Mercy : Copyright © 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013 Timothy Jonathan Osburn Commenting doesn't seem to work well on this site. Therefore if you have something to say to me email me at "tosburn@msn.com". Complaints are welcomed and I am amenable to removing materials for good cause.
Grew up in Kansas in the 50s, lived through the 60s/70s mostly in Springfield, Illinois. Now live in the shadow of the University of Illinois in Urbana. Married three times, the third one charmed. Three children: Joel Tristan, Lesley Paige, and Piper Gwynne. One grandchild, Morgan Jane Osburn. Best Partner in the universe, Kimberly Britton. Much of this life spent writing poetry and novels, a few publications. Sponsored numerous writers workshops over the years. I've done quite a bit of community theatre, mostly on stage. Written rock and roll criticism, book reviews, diverse essays, many short stories. Interested in giving back to the Lady the art and caprice of this existence. Also have an anthropological interest in human sexuality, confused by a roman catholic upbringing. I am a basically optimistic person living in a nightmare of rightwing advance. I do believe the house of cards will fall. I just hope we aren't all inside at that point. Thanks to the Lady Arianrhod for this ride upon Her Silver Wheel!
2 Comments:
This poem is effing scary, in a good way. "Toothpick thin ivory bones" is probably a line that I'll steal one day in the most complimentary fashion possible, maybe with a little (tm) logo next to it. When did you write this? It feels very sad.
...I really hate Mexican food.
It is sad, practically the last of these poems, with Keye Luke. It marks the end of my view of myself as a writer. I gave it up and devoted myself to helping Becky be a writer. Was this a mistake? I don't know. The mexican food is clearlya reference to her. In this piece I have become Keye Luke and we have died. As a ghost I am prepared to create dinner. That is what I did in my relationship with BB. I was always something of a ghost. Maybe I'm a little more fleshed these days. Soon I'll wear the shroud and you will be stuck with these ridiculous notebooks and notions. Please forgive me this.
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