Sure Enough…Sunday Poems
And Sure Enough REPOST Comfort Zone? No Comment… Ha! “Writing comfort zone?” I’m never comfortable in composition. I prose in self-doubt, self-denial, and an ass…
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My Pretentious Old Man. A Prose Poem
In celebration of the recognition of my public expiration date, we fine dined with whine and wine… and then, just on time… ordered a firewall…
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WOOLGATHERING
Recently, for some reason, I’ve been flirty with a daydream. The reverie begins with me trying to remember the names and location of all the…
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Ground Crew
on an occasional Sunday only due to dictates of my ambivert nature I’ll amble down the avenue where I hope to rendezvous with baseball buddies…
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