Category Archives: poetic prose

Author’s Influences.

January 20, 2021arts education, commentary, creative writing, drama, light verse, original poetry, personal testimony, philosophy, poetic prose, prose, videosAlice Munro, amateur writers, Billy Collins, blog thesis, Charles Krauthammer, Chautauqua Institution, Cindy Rubenfine, epic novels, Garrison Keillor, Imitrex high, Imitrex mania, Imitrex powerful drug, James Kavanaugh, James Spader, Lance Morrow, Linda Keillor Berg, Mel Gibson, migraine mania, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Open Secrets Alice Munro, Peggy Noonan, short stories, SUNY@Fredonia, TIME essays, Winter Has Lasted Too Long James Kavanaugh, writing styleruth ann scanzillo

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Protected: The Last Call.

January 1, 2021addiction, brain research, contemplation, Deep Questions, Deep Thoughts, family history, health and wellness, human behavior, love, medicine, philosophy, poetic prose, psychology, relationships, scenes, short stories, sociology, thoughts, truthaddiction and DNA, addictive personalities, alcoholics and enablers, alcoholics and infantilism, alcoholism, amygdala, closing time, cycling binges, drunken love, drunks, drunks and IQ, enzymes and alcohol, familial addiction, familial alcoholism, Frangelica, GABA and alcoholism, genetic predilections to addiction, I love you, identical twins, identical twins raised apart, last call, pheromones, pious tee totalers, scale of compatibility, the fear of God, ultra-conservative families, William the Conqueror, womanizing wife beatersruth ann scanzillo

I Wrote A Poem.

September 16, 2020arts education, brain research, creative writing, Deep Thoughts, dreams, human behavior, mystical experience, original poetry, poetic prose, psychology, thoughts, Uncategorizedruth ann scanzillo

I wrote a poem in my sleep

Each phrase, each rhyme, all true

The dream was one I wished to keep

If just to prove to you

Though the power of sleep, so vast and deep

Somnambulance withstands

To rise and write, its worth to reap

I could not move my hands.

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