Shelf Space
Poems for the Rodeo Clown and other true stories.
Tag: On Writing
Notes and observations on the craft and the curse of being a writer.
Takin’ WormTongue & ToobLips Surfing On Mercury
97 degrees today, could feel like 117, with red alert air quality and oh, look, the sun’s a beach ball!
Brunch of Champions
Footwork First! Tight spin and cat-gut later. That’s what Coach used to say. Be the ball.
Wallflowers & Trapdoors
Flash. Bang. Shadows lingering.
A Page Or Two Of Naught
I scoop the cat turds twice a day because I know cats will tattle.
Of Coffee Clouds & Fire
Leaning on the end of the mantel in Ms. Stein’s parlor.
While in Asheville
There’s the remnant of an old mill in Weaverville a stone’s throw from the park…
Compatibility Issues & Digital Dyslexia
Roadtrip anyone?
Dutch
Happy Birthday, Musie!
She’s A Tidal River
We’ll edit later says a poet to a painter, now let’s go paint.