Until recently my poetry repertoire was pretty much limited to that one about the guy from Nantucket. Then I started going to this poetry group thing at the public library.
How’s the blog thing going?, you ask. Okay, so you didn’t ask. Well maybe you should have. It’s not all about you ya know. Let’s talk about me.
I’m having a little dry spell. Writer’s block.
Already? Yeah, I know. I’m only about a month in.
This is concerning. Continue reading
The story below is true. Except I changed the names. And pretty much every other single detail. Mostly. So it’s fiction. Except its true. Continue reading
I’m living proof. I’m hear to tell you. It’s possible. It’s really possible to celebrate St Patrick’s Day without the beer, whiskey or whatever alcoholic beverage calls out “Top O’ the Mornin to Ya.”
Now I’m not saying you should. I’m not saying anybody should. Continue reading