no wife
no kids; it sometimes seems as if life is not worth the living, like I missed the boat somewhere but then whenever I start to write I think this art is what I have to love: as fickle as it is as un-glamorous in the morning as moody in the night as meaningless as it sometimes seems-- in all its flaws and wrinkles it still comes through for me, still there whenever I reach for it, from the dark or from the most desolate shore. —Wayne F Burke wfburke2@yahoo.com
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