Sunday morning all alone
with just a memory
of last night’s starry taste of love
acute my misery
This empty room just echoes back
my pain and loneliness;
while other homes are filled with love
I yearn a soft caress
Sunday morning all alone
with just a memory
of last night’s starry taste of love
acute my misery
This empty room just echoes back
my pain and loneliness;
while other homes are filled with love
I yearn a soft caress
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My name is Irv Kroeker, pronounced Erv Kraker. I was at a noisy party back in California, being introduced to someone.
“What?” the stranger asked. “Earth Quaker?”
Hence the name of this website (and later book).
The name is strengthened by the fact that I lived in San Jose on the San Andreas fault, where an earthquake will surely happen again. The last one, registering 6.9 on the Richter scale, happened October 17, 1989, when the Oakland Bay Bridge collapsed.
WHY THIS WEBSITE
We all seek immortality, like famous people; writing things down helps achieve it.
I will never be famous like Churchill or Ghandi, so my immortality will rest between the covers of a book that in two or three generations after me will seldom be opened.
Now I live in the moment of my last years, hoping I will be remembered by my grandchildren.
The Earth Quaker will help.
CONTACT INFORMATION
Irvin James Kroeker
89 McAdam Avenue
Winnipeg, Manitoba
Canada
R2W 0A3
Website: irvkroeker.com
Email: irvkroeker@gmail.com
Phone: 204 887 5952