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 …
A night of tossing and turning had me up before dawn and the dogs were pleased. The three of us …
I can’t claim to know much about poetry. I know what I like and what has stuck with me over …
Okay that title sounds a bit snotty but I guess that’s how I’m feeling today. I should keep hatch marks …
The poet Scott Wannberg left us this week and I’m truly at a loss. He wasn’t a close friend but …
After finding more typos and poor grammar in my blog I clicked on the link to Henry Rollins in one …
I used to think that the word “hootenanny” meant dance, and in some ways I suppose it does in that …