I am in here.
So just how do you go about being a poet? Is it like a job you go to every day, from nine-to-five on the day shift, and collect a sort-of living wage? And then try to forget about it at night with TV and a beer? Because you can’t get back to sleep any other … Continue reading The job of a poet
I am: coffee filters The old days of the grunting three gallon percolator are long behind us now. Praise the Lord! Which office supply are you? Thanks, Shirl!
If this is coffee, please bring me some tea; but if this is tea, please bring me some coffee. — Abraham Lincoln
[Playing: Michi from the album “Sacred Journey of Kukai” by Kitaro] Seriously, I do know something about art. And I know what I like. And I bloody well hate conceptual art. What brings this on is arriving at the local coffeehouse (mentioned before by name, but not now in order not to embarrass the “artist” … Continue reading But I know what I like
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