Today I woke up with a lot on my mind and wrote a really long blog. I read a bit of it to my wife and she said “that’s the whiniest thing I’ve ever heard.”
So I wrote some more, and did not share it.
I guess that’s what is known as therapeutic
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There’s something about paper.
I’m not sure what it is, despite the fact that I’ve been thinking about this for many years.
Paper does things that computer monitors do not do.
Working on a little writing project, I got stuck.
To be precise, I was stuck on page 62.
There are many reasons
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Talking politics, these days, can be mean business.
There’s a lot of fear. A lot of ignorance. A lot of shouting.
Generally, the ones who shout loudest are the least informed.
News flash: Poetry is more brutal.
I’m a member of a poetry website (unnamed, for fear of retribution). Occasionally I post poems
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