a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 189 Poet and Poem Gone (In Memoriam Charles Bivins) Stop by Chris’s office and he tells us: Bivins, titanic Haight-Ashbury Falstaff Orson Welles humongous raging great poet died. Chris’s eyes look into watery distance When he recalls the mystical deathbed poem Charles wrote. Nurses threw [...]
Oh dearest, I know February is a short month, but I’m always surprised by how fast it whizzes by. Alas, this will be your last bit of procrastination for the current month, and when I see you again it’ll be March! Til then, do procrastinate on this… 1. Okay, I want a car with doors [...]
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 188 Wonderful Moment, Terrible Moment “Present moment, wonderful moment,” goes the mindfulness meditation exercise. But this morning all my mental and bodily knots and quaverings sit with me. The moment becomes full when I accept them; it becomes wonderful and terrible both.
. a substitue blogumn by Zac Halley Ryan Dixon’s hiatus continues as he is dealing with his recent divorce and partial dismemberment and reattachment of certain extremities at the hand of his Guatemalan bride. It is with great pride that I take over the mantle of FA. I have appeared in this hallowed spot before [...]
Hey Guys, so many changes this week. So good friends are leaving town for two years — one of the hazards of living in LA, it seems like friends move away all the time. Also, my husband’s work schedule has changed, for the better, since it means that he’ll have Fridays (as opposed to Mondays) [...]
Weeellll! Zacki from “Tall Glass of Shame” guessed correctly that yesterday’s lyric was by Aaron Neville (and Linda Ronstadt), but didn’t guess the song, which was “All My Life”. So now we’re tied and it all comes down to today and we’ve got one last battle to wage in our two week black history extravaganza [...]
. a blogumn by Gudrun Cram-Drach To prepare myself for my own “middle grade” novel rewrite, I’ve been studying the genre. Middle grade is the level below young adult, and from what I’ve learned, it is a short-ish, chapter book that doesn’t have sex or bad violence in it, and it could feature talking animals. [...]
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 187 Figments Maybe it’s like this: We’re figments of God’s imagination. God has a vivid imagination.
Of course every Hollywooder who has ever been married in LA wonders why they didn’t think of this first. But through my haze of jealousy, I must say that this is awfully cute! [Source: Honeysmoke]
. a blogumn by Kelly Kaboom Back in November I started attending AA meetings. Truthfully I don’t have a problem with alcohol and before you go calling me out on denial being more than a river in Egypt, please allow me to explain. Currently there is a bottle of tequila and brandy sitting on my [...]
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