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Monthly Archives: March 2009
At forty
And about me they might say: deliverer of thousands of lines of infertile industrial prose Continue reading
Posted in Language, Life, Literature, Poetry, Words
Tagged aging, Sunday Scribblings, William Carlos Williams
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On the road
Today I found a fork in the road. Three-pronged. Now I’m at a loss which prong to take. Continue reading
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