Monthly Archives: March 2012


drug of voice

Long ago, when I was crazy and couldn’t sleep, my shrink, knowing of my life before baby, told me I needed to start writing poetry again or join a band. He believed insomnia to be […]

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the poet

On Sunday, I had breakfast with a poet. A real poet. He didn’t have breakfast with me because he’d had some “Irish soda bread” at home on his horse farm before our late morning meeting. […]

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sweet harmony

Yesterday, I got to spend some quality, albeit brief, time with an old friend and his wife. We met at Nick’s in Cross Street at noon and engaged in some laugh making, picture taking, Facebook […]

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