On the campus district Up the street from the theater district Down the road from University Circle

In Eastern Europe the Eastern Bloc lost its way Communism dreams are not for farmers They had to create something new We called a civil society The west was just as corrupt Capitalism is not a destination Pain created something new Black Women Magic best name I have

 For several years once a month in the summer I gave away books on the farmer's market.  We were part of care-a-van so there were other resources available for the community.  People offered money at times.  People donated books to me.  I got rid of a good portion of my books from university.  Those books I would stack up at the end of the semester and they were always taller than my daughter. My son helped me most of the time and I was doing it mostly for him.  We found an internship there he had all through high school.  The botanical garden's revamped Green Corps was in the booth next to us one Saturday.  People all came and acted as they thought everyone did.  Everyone responded different to the books.  People have a confidence with books.  They think they know what they are. Some could not believe they were all free.  We just told people there was a one book minimum.  Some people really needed to be convinced to ...

There are more endings than beginnings The road ends more than it starts I thought that there would only be one One of the first questions I remember Where does the road end?   Where is the end of the road? I lived along it was one place I started There are rivers in the air Also now highways Desperate people now crossing the darien gap Just sixty miles the road had failed to reach Impassable for most What is that I can do What is that I may do They are building a road across the gap with their feet

She caught my attention from down the street I was headed to her side East 9th and Euclid All this crosstown traffic She recognized me first I just knew she was interesting Couldn't get to her headed to the other side She got to me this smile upon her face We were no longer neighbors she informed me We walked the short way to Playhouse square She walked faster than I would But she wanted me along We talked about her work We talked about the terrible robot arms There was a junior involved she said Homeless camping on each floor Maintenance walked in on her naked They thought she was already gone Ai image creation got nothing on me There were certain words involved I listened I believed I didn't know what to do Boyfriend is a singularly ugly word She told me to come see her on Prospect They read my paper fortune all day the same You are lucky

 Life surprised my father He sounded like he didn't believe it It was the best day of his life He was older than I think I will ever be I remember thinking I would not be surprised Best days come along even if you don't believe in them This is the way life started All at once

The best day of my life is not a static thing You have to have sleep or oxytocin