A poem for Joe Godfrey by Stan
We gave up
That there was a perfect swing
There was only the connection
To the moment of the swing,
And the things of the swing,
The club, the man,
The ball, the tee,
The green grass by the yard,
The pin and cup,
Melded in a moment
Worked without mind.
The club as much a man
As a thing of [...]

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A note from Stan
I call your attention to the new page just added for the Writers Forum at the Narciso Martinez Cultural Arts Center. I’m a member of the group and support it enthusiastically and wholeheartedly. It figured large in my resurrection as a writer. It has figured large in the lives of many writers [...]

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