Relaxing is Harder than Running Myself into The Ground

I hope you'll excuse the little hiatus. And understand that last week I wanted to write and be witty and smart but I just couldn't get there. I sat down everyday and provided nothing but rocks that sunk, deep into the sea, when I tossed them. Nothing stuck. Then I went to New Orleans to …

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My First Journal (And Why I Won’t Burn It)

I read an article, or conversation, in the last issue of Poets and Writers I received. It was three poets discussing the freedom of destroying old journals and why they had destroyed their own. As I read the article, I felt so sad. I was sad because they had destroyed all their keepsakes from another age, and …

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