About Donald

Not now Blanche. I’m contemplating the lint between my big toe and the little fellow next to him. Let me think about me. It’s rather complicated.

You see my picture? I once was pretty, then I turned a corner and got mugged by time. Since that event I have never been the same. A mugging will do that to you. So, I tired of being me, now I’m someone else. Who? Hell if I know. It’s a work in progress. The baggage of the years I carry has bent my personality. Stooped from too much fiesta and pummeled by indecision, the Donald Harbour once known is no more. I am a whore to my opinions and a despot to my beliefs. They are different you know!

After many years of travel, living a good part of that time in Colorado and Arizona,  I have returned to my roots. Damn things are getting rotten though. I live in Maumelle, Arkansas. Not too harsh winters, damp tornado springs, sultry summers and take your breath away autumns. I am a product of my environments. Educated by my indulgent whims and a jaundice university system, I now lay prostrate before the alter of indignation and exposure. You should know that I have never been embarrassed by my nudity whether literary,  poetic,  or literal. With a heritage that includes Scottish, Irish, Danish, English, German and a smidgen of Native American, on my mothers side, I sometimes feel my ancestors guiding my thoughts. That is a luxury I welcome and dearly appreciate.

If you, the reader and I should meet, I would invite you to sit with me in the shade of the giant Poplar tree commanding my backyard. You would always receive the outstretched hand of friendship given freely to all persons, creatures, and energies encountered. When you extend your hand in friendship without expectation, you are greeted and accepted as you are without reservation.

We would have a glass of wine, two fingers of Old Charter, tea, coffee, or what ever your fancy desires. A Mint Julep perhaps to soothe your soul. The yard and trees are full of birds. How I love their sounds. Once you were comfortable and at ease, I would turn to you and say; “You are indeed welcome to this home, let us sit, share a story, tell me about yourself, we will become friends.”

You may or may not like or understand what I have written. I have so many years and wondrous moments of life to tell. My wish is that you will have an emotion invoked that may ease the baggage of your life travails. May you find comfort in our brief poetic encounter. I am giving of myself in these pages so that you may better understand one man’s journey and help you understand yourself. Poetry can do that. Yes, it is rather presumptive. But then this is who I am. This  blog “Donald Harbour” is about me, about you and all the things that have been crawling around in my mind since humans popped out of the primordial soup.

I have come to like myself. I hope that your do too. Peace. Enjoy!

Yours,
Donald