Arlene Corwin Poetry

Chronicling A Life We do it, small historians We, saving, storing, organizing, Photographing with our tiny cameras, Publishing selfselfselfself, World a background, we the bearers Of the stories, Leaving for the after-others, Those to come to prize. Always products of our time, Valid or invalid, we inform, A suture to the future. Scrap ambition, fame, esteem. We chronicle. We document. We’re history.   Chronicling A Life 7.18.2015 Pure Nakedness; Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Corwin