In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
Poetry by my father, sent by his first wife and daughter. Typed on paper with a Southeastern Cooperative League, Clarksville, Ga. letterhead (and footer reading Affiliated with Cooperative League of USA).
I love you with
the words, the
silence makes,
and for the dream
your searching
eyes imply.
I love you while
my unsure path
requires a deeper
knowledge
A greater love.
I make a living doing web design and development with a great team
The Agaric Design Collective
I'm trying to make possible a worldwide nonviolent revolution for justice, liberty, and making more good things doable.
People Who Give a Damn
Of course I'm out of my mind; my mind is in me. Where is yours?
— Uric Lanbe