Far Away Reader

I don’t often read American books, but when I do I read Dearie.

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You could do worse.

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We all saw a great show

And feel better


Time to forgive

And forget

Move on

But they are with us still

The liars who went along

Who did not speak

Who protected careers

And the party

They are with us still


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Ah, The struggles of youth

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Woman With Book

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More from the fifties


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Dearie 15 Jan

Dearie 15 Jan

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                                                    Dearie: Narrative Memoir

Coming of age in 1959. A naïve, college junior leaves a small town in Southern Illinois to spend his summer vacation in Chicago. He is living with his mother’s childhood friend, Dearie, who is Jewish, separated from her husband, lonely, and alcoholic. One of the vice presidents at Chicago and Northwestern Railroad—another of his mother’s friends—gets him a job as a draftsman. His slightly older coworkers are jealous of his youth, his freedom, and don’t like the way he got the job. He is accepted but unwelcomed.
Things do not go well, but he is eager to explore an adult world in the big city where he hopes to repair a broken relationship with the love of his life. She is the reason he has made this last chance move, but things go sideways at a birthday party given to her by a dozen male friends at the sheet metal shop where she works. A would-be suitor slips him a Mickey Finn that terminates both party and his love life.
Dearie and Bruce find themselves alone, together. They are perfect for each other at this time and place and begin a summer that will never be forgotten.

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Coming Soon

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The Alchemists

Just like the poor

We have been with you always

Need you support us

Feed us

Serve us who possess such wealth

Beyond the means of spending

In a lifetime . . . Many lifetimes.

You who serve us

Fortunate to have the work we gave you

Welders, miners, teachers, doctors

Scientists and politicians

Soldiers to protect us, fight our wars

We sell the bullets.

Once called kings

We have now lost the weight of crowns

And any sort of obligation to the people

Governments and nations

We own palaces in many lands

Morphed into new age gypsies

Far beyond the reach of rules, morality, and taxes you cannot avoid

We make the laws and politicians

Sure our cause is just for all

And most of all

For us.

Unknown by want

We are the alchemists

Who turn your sweat to gold.

Published: Local Gems -Beat Generation Poems 2020

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