A poem written by a teenager who grew up to be me. In my youth I was writing here about the images of Mid-Century America and the costs in hardly grown children. I just found my handwritten manuscript of this almost 60-old-poem while cleaning out old things and thought I'd present it here in this month of Armistice Day.
The Parlando Project combines various words (usually other people's literary poetry) with original music in differing styles. We've done over 850 of these combinations, and you can year any of them and read about our encounter with the words at our blog and archives located at frankhudson.org
