So glad you have signed up to receive the For Random Learning Comes Newsletter! This is the eighty-sixth edition.
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Previous editions can be found on the blog's Newsletter page. I send it out weekly, so if you don't get my email on Saturday morning, please let me know! (Check your junk and spam folders too.)
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I don't think I announced last week the big news: I got an email from Florida Writer's Association, saying they accepted my poem "Narrow" in their upcoming anthology "Secrets." It came in fourth out of the sixty works accepted, which included both short stories and poems. This validation is just what my fragile ego needed!
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When I announced it on Facebook, everyone, both among my personal friends, Jax area writers and artists and on FWA's page, was so supportive. I was on Cloud Nine for a week!
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As a result of being spoiled in this way, the current lack of activity on my feed feels almost lonesome (sniff!)
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This week we are back to poems. Those travel posts wore me out. Too many pictures! Too many words!
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This week is a bit more bite-sized. I have two poems for you, one written or at least birthed while I was still in England. The other is a tongue-in-cheek, complaining poem that I could imagine coming out of the mouths of babes (or at least entitled young adults.)
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The first is called Nostalgia. It talks about the nineteenth-century interest in medieval lore, at least partially inspired by Sir Walter Scott, and the possible ramifications of that interest.
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The second is called Silver Spoon for obvious reasons, though it could as easily apply to my own generation as to the next, since we all pale in comparison to the more hard-working and deprived generations that went before.
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Hope you enjoy them both!
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So Close and Yet So Far
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This essay discusses the Semiquincentennial celebration and compares it with Fourths of Years gone by.
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Drawing
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A poem on redistricting, the drawing of new districts to serve the ruling party's political purposes, with the blessing of the Supreme Court and with enthusiasm unchecked by either the people's will nor the State's Constitutional provisions.
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Attempt
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A poem describing the swirling emotions on and offline provoked by the attempted assassination of President Trump at the dinner for the press. Caveat: I do not doubt the attempt on his life was real. P.S. The photo is an attempt at beauty.
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Approaching May 1st, 2026, Anniversary of The Great Fire, Jacksonville, FL
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A poem about a very dry spring in Florida which calls to mind the terrible fire which consumed Jacksonville early in the 20th century.
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Smiles
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This poem analyzes the loss of reputation of the US in the eyes of its closest allies, and the attitude it projects, about that loss.
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