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Riding the Rails with Grandpa (excerpt from a joint effort)
Back on the highway I had pretty good luck thumbing and eventually arrived in El Paso. I took a cheap room for the night, inte...
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I admit it. I don’t really read poetry very often. And ironically I also admit to being a poet. It’s hard to own. You know? To fess up. To ...
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I recently watched that marathon of a Beatles thing by Apple that shared the pain of plotting the written song. Here on the last edition of ...
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Maggie Nelson confesses on the first page of her book Bluets that she had fallen in love with a color. The color blue. It is my recent pleas...