A fable.

I have poured out the vodka and not had it or beer or wine in the past three days. I have decided that all that contributes to the depression. Haven’t mentioned the depression yet, have I? To me, it’s rather like a fish forgetting to mention water… the medium in which it lives. Soon I’ll Continue reading A fable.

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Down at the Mercantile Library, they are getting together a poetry-writing group to meet at Wednesday lunchtimes, or perhaps even only once a month. My initial reaction to this bit of news was, “Eeek! I ain’t going near that!” Since then, I have had a lot of time to reflect on the possibilities of the Continue reading nogroup