Mr. Hootenanny Himself
i won’t imbue you with powers you do not possess for your life was simply too large to embellish. i’ve …
Category Archives: Poetry
Show Off Moon
How does the half-moon shine as brightly as the full? It’s white light keeps me up until I can no …
What Ignites The Heart
The smoke alarm rang out And I stumbled from bed Its mean battery on the fritz. The sun isn’t up, …
Dream Words: Sanguine For Scott
A night of tossing and turning had me up before dawn and the dogs were pleased. The three of us …
Print Your Pretty Words
I can’t claim to know much about poetry. I know what I like and what has stuck with me over …
Good Words
When I started “blogging” I spent a lot of time checking out different sites. I wanted to see what people …
Scott Wannberg: The Official Language of Yes
The poet Scott Wannberg left us this week and I’m truly at a loss. He wasn’t a close friend but …
Ships That Pass In The Night
Was I blind to another’s discomfort? Probably. It happens. Yet I was blissful and living, I had no agenda and …
Hootenanny Means…
I used to think that the word “hootenanny” meant dance, and in some ways I suppose it does in that …
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