Childhood Is Time stretched out like taffy. playing cards on bicycle spokes. Grass stains stronger than superman or kryptonite. Drippy, sticky Popsicles and licking the bowl. Childhood is being bold jumping inpuddles and growing old. alan wayne greenwood Me and Tiny.
Read MoreRobert Pinsky has said that the trouble with poetry is there are too many people writing it. That generalization is likely further extrapolated by him if one pursues his speeches and writings. Please, be patient with me. I’m going somewhere here if I can. I would add the point: maybe there are too many people […]
Read MoreToday’s word: Entropy. Yesterday, a spring day. Last night, a winterish storm began pushing through even fooling the indigenous plants: mesquite, pecan trees, wild flowers, which had started to bloom. Morning comes, looking outside, I notice fence work to do first thing. The northeastern wind had torn loose several sections of fencing which needed immediate repair. […]
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