So, the insane heat wave here in Tulsa finally broke. (It’s been 95, 96, 97 degrees F for over a week now.) This morning broke cool and light and tasty and green . . . and on my way to work, I had this poem repeating in my head:
Telephone Booth Number 905 1/2
woke up this […]
Just a poem that I don’t think came out too badly. That’s always nice.
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So, I kept my word and stayed inside for the midnight showdown on New Year’s. I don’t have any TV channels. So, the only thing I really regret is being unable to see how the vampiric Dick Clark looks these days post-stroke. I hear—from an informal poll I took of friends who did get a […]
I’m a postin’ fool this morning, aren’t I?
Some friends and I went to the Gypsy Coffee House here in Tulsa, OK for their weekly poetry night. I like to go for two reasons: To see what talent exists here and, honestly, to make fun of those lacking talent. I feel, as a poet, I […]
As Bukowski once wrote, “What’s important is how well you walk through the fire.”
Whatever fires may come up for you personally, professionally, emotionally, always remember that it’s not the outcome or the final result that is the most important to who you are, to your very soul. Instead, it’s how you handle yourself in the […]