The Intermediate Poet

Poem Day 1, Napowrimo, Careful  I never ran around with scissors, daring a wound to my head. I was afraid to even use them. ...

Sometimes when I write a poem in the middle of the night, I'm deluded into thinking it's good.  A particular good line or humorous p...

This is a cool event to go to, which I'm involved in:   Splendid Wake

I've never really used this blog the way it should be used.  True, I've posted some Napowrimo poems, but just about nothing else.  L...

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