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On the 1st day of Christmas, Steve Martin gave to me: 1 ticket to the Grammys. On the 2nd day of Christmas, Steve Martin gave
Lessons Unfinished I’m hitching a ride on a piece of a dream with the strength of the tail of a kite. I’m wondering why I
The words fall from my pen and yet they make no sense. The syntax is a jumbled mess, I’ve lost the present tense. The rhymes
I am a writer. No, seriously, I am. Just as having a camera doesn’t make someone a photographer, having a pen or a laptop does
I don’t usually explain my poems unless someone asks about something specific. When that happens I always answer as honestly as I can. This first
Have you ever read a book so expertly woven together you were physically unable to put it down? Where you told yourself you’d go to
By the time Hurricane Frances flooded parts of Asheville, NC in September of 2004, I had already made a bit of a name for myself
This poem was actually started prior to Aiming Low’s request for a submission from me. I finished it a few days after my piece “A
If you’ve read my piece, “Meeting Steve Martin….”, then you know why my on-line persona has a fictitious crush on this accomplished musician, song writer,
rapture tip #1. do not drink any kool-aid if you did not prepare it yourself. rapture tip #2. disregard any “rapture” churches which ask you