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
Mudville Gazette: Mom & Dad, Well if you are reading this, then things didn’t go well for me over in Iraq. I’m sorry for the pain that I have caused you because of this. Please do not be upset with the Marine Corps, the military, the government, or the President. It was my choice to … Continue reading Letter from Long Ago
I wait patiently for Peter to arrive at the Starbuck’s near the CU campus. He’s got a math test right now, and I wait to offer condolences or congratulations, as applicable. Hard to believe I’m going to be home for a while. It’s rather a strange place to me now and has gotten me to … Continue reading Starbucks in the morning
Still home. It wasn’t a dream! But off to visit Peter for Parents’ Weekend at CU later. I think I might get to watch a football game. Oh joy. I have to go drink my tea now.
white pebble 