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Today is the birthday of American writer Laura Hillenbrand (1967)

The author of two best-selling books of nonfiction: Seabiscuit: An American Legend (2001) and Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption (2010).Hillenbrand grew up in Fairfax, Virginia, and spent her childhood riding horses on the family farm, a stone cottage on the banks of the Potomac River that was once used…




#227 Poetry is Evil

When I started an English course, my teacher said, “If you want to become a jockey of words and maneuver the English language so that splendor shines through the letters aligned in row after row, a poem must be written every day.” “I’m not a poet, and I’ll never be a poet,” I said, and…


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#207 After the Poets Talk

#207 After the Poets Talk Matilda’s voice sounded like summer rain falling after a long hot dry spell. Hearing her recite her poem in my English class relit my fire. I didn’t listen to the words that flowed from her dainty lips. All I heard were the raindrops falling on my heart. I decided then…




Duty to Die

  Duty to Die The years begin with a babies squall, and soon pass on by. Then we’re old enough to go to school, to drive, to drink, but no one  ever thinks they’re’ old enough to die.   Everyone wants to survive until the day comes when death is welcomed as a friend. Age…




Joe practicing poetry to recite at The Peregrine Book Store’s open mike.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6Oa4ok0-AU&feature=youtu.be&a  




Creation!

     A Request   Adam and Eve both had a brain. I wonder if when they first met they were the ones who set of the spark that obliterated the dark and created the big bang when their two brains were diffused.   Confused, maybe abused until a flicker like liqueur instantly exploded creating…




Born on the border.

I wasn’t born on the border, but I’m thinking of using this poem I wrote in my memoir. Do you think it appropriate?   Born on the Border Where do I belong in this civilization where I appeared on a map’s imaginary line?   My ancestors came from abroad with their desire to put intolerance…




California

Azure blue, it’s true, is what I see when I dream of the Golden State.   Like a string of pearls, I see sandy beaches filled with surfers and the most beautiful girls from that state.   I see forests, rolling hills, mountains and lakes that make it a beautiful state.   Agricultural fields filled…




Demons

Ugly as can be, is the monster I dream about while I sleep.   It leaps and the sound of beating wings comes from above and awakens me.   What flies around my bed looks like the gargoyle from my dream   coming to haunt my waking hours, something I will not allow.   Without…




Walmart Shopper

Why do I expect the best from those unfortunate souls who work for Walmart, or abusive employers allied with them to keep pay way below what it takes to eat.   I go there for an oil change only to have threads on my oil pan stripped away by an employee who doesn’t care, because…