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      November 19, 2011The DirigibleKenneth O'Keefe

      He tilted back his head to lift his nose,
      That looked down on my feature’s shining greeting.
      This future in-law to my daughter chose
      To use this time for our initial meeting
      To flaunt he is a more accomplished man.
      A trial lawyer, his wealth and status showed
      He rose above me like a mountain’s span.
      So as his cocksure, growing ego crowed,
      I watched his form balloon into the sky,
      Blot out the daylight like a sun’s eclipse
      And make me wish that somehow I should die,
      Till I perceived he looked like those airships,
      Whose bulging skin absorbs our every sense,
      Yet stands empty except for flatulence.

       

      from #25 - Summer 2006

      Kenneth O’Keefe

      “My retirement from a public school classroom just over seven years ago has provided me the opportunity to rediscover the wonder of writing. For as a schoolboy I was enchanted by how the magic of words could suspend time. Hours would pass unnoticed as I engaged in writing a story or poem. This I understood later is the power art has over time. So now, after decades of deprivation, I’m happy to have, at last, the silence and solitude that facilitates this transcendence.”