In an open letter to tater tots,

“I always think I want you, that I love you. Until, that is, I’ve had you. You know those poems that are full of longing, desire, and regret? Lust? I could write you a chapbook of those….”

Poetry Sunday

I am not about to sit here and say that each Sunday I’ll be posting one of my poems here, but I do plan to do this every once and a while. Writing group folks, you’ve seen this one, but I have made some edits. Coiffure I had what I thought was Harlem Renaissance hair,… Continue reading Poetry Sunday

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I’m In Love With a Poet

And I admit that I have a bit of a problem with my tendency toward hyperbole. But thanks to Barrelhouse, which I recently discovered, I also found the object of my hyperbolic love: Erica Miriam Fabri. Recently, at a meeting of my writing group, one of the writers said (and this is my paraphrasing) that… Continue reading I’m In Love With a Poet

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