Promises Perish

  Errors and misfortunes freely broadcast across unregulated airspace for all to see. And devour. No space, no time for indignation. No place for pride, nor gentlemen worthy of such ambition. Nothing remains safe or sacred in the mesh of sound bites and sensationalism. Nothing is permanent. Except for the scars. Nothing is everything and […]

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Why Only April?

more constant than science more precise than algebra more valuable than cash . . . why can’t our lives be guided by poetry? POETRY a more consistent thought lately. I’m reading more, I’m writing more, I’m believing more. Lately. It is poetry month. April. Why now, I don’t know, and why just one month? Why […]

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