I’m retooling my home office. Out goes the daybed and in comes a mid-century modern couch. And my DYI industrial desk is to give way to a 1950’s-60’s wooden wonder of a bridge table where my iPad and MacBook shall roommate. For years I’ve
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Coca’Cola and decaffeinated coffee. That’s how I start my day. As this
You write, ”Poetry is that thing we squeeze in between laundry, golf, and
Off that writing forum. Left it amicably. The moderators claim they’ll miss
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any have become comfortable posting a collective pat on the back that begins as an author’s minor infraction that is run through
I was hoodwinked into a blind date the Saturday night of my second full week in the orphanage. My entourage of fellow
The Cubs were on the radio, game tied in the fifth. Shiloh lay in late afternoon shade, steadily working a bone. There
An Old (Testament) Prose Poem We’ve been Inter-coursing around, with why some want to “Lord It Over”, since Adam’s Rib decided to
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A few days ago Susan and I began our thirty-third year together. Our back stories could not have been more diverse. She was an undergrad at “Big Blue” on her way to