Keitha Bennett Cole
Keitha B attended community college in Ithaca, NY and Cleveland, OH, acquiring 2 associates degrees and a lot of writing fodder. The school of life was attended in her 20s, where she was unable to graduate... maybe when she's done on Earth.
ramble on, karen
carbon footprint reduction: we dispose of our cars roughly every year and walk everywhere, or take the bus. no really, delivery is potentially hazardous to the function of a car. it certainly increases the chances of accidents. in a 3 year period resulting in a pandemic, we were good and ready to try statistic status over our white privilege. as expected, we hated it. many accidents, many woeful goodbyes to the shortened privileges we did endure with car.
The Art of Live and Let Live
First, I’ll preface this article to explain that it is not entirely about recovery. This is not an essay, it’s a stream of consciousness. The understanding gleaned from recovery practice simply serves as a model for a very universal idea that has scarce to do with abstaining from alcohol. Warning seemed important that one not dismiss reading this in its entirety, turned off by that “sober soldier” mentality that some think of when they hear “recovery” or Alcoholics Anonymous.
I live in a poem ten feet wide holding the length of my solitude as it stretches I wonder if ten feet is the right
The Poet and the Gangster
The Poet and the Gangster She had learned the hard way how easy ten grand would go during her undereducated twenties. She inherited it when her Episcopalian grandmother died. After a decade of college she was kicking herself again and again for not being smarter with it. She knew it’s a poet’s dream to be hard up. But weighing the odds of the unfortunate, a girl can get seriously carried away. Her journal this week looked like this: