A young Iranian man who many years ago attended college here in the United States once asked a young female friend of mine something about a junkyard. Because of the young Iranian man's heavy accent, my friend thought he was asking about American poet John Ciardi, whose last name she always mispronounced as "kee-YARD-ee."
It’s a sad, all too familiar story: harsh, distant, alcoholic father, sensitive, shy daughter always seeking his love and approval. Although there were flashes of kindness, most of my dad’s feelings had been buried long before. Even as...
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Toby_Reade says,
A young Iranian man who many years ago attended college here in the United States once asked a young female friend of mine something about a junkyard. Because of the young Iranian man's heavy accent, my friend thought he was asking about American poet John Ciardi, whose last name she always mispronounced as "kee-YARD-ee."Steve__Anthony says,
Love this one.notjustagirlintheworld says,
love.Dhani says,
...which they will later dispose of in a very beautiful and ancient ritual -a poetic journey that never began! Your SOUL....