It was a fall afternoon when Ron and his friend appeared with the acid and what the hell, we had nothing better to do.
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Suprise Me
It’s All One
Prompted By Drugs and Alcohol
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It was a fall afternoon when Ron and his friend appeared with the acid and what the hell, we had nothing better to do.
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A new look at the tools of a writer’s craft
Prompted By Some Assembly Required
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OK, I admit it. I’m not competent at assembly projects, although I do live with one gigantic IKEA wardrobe that I managed to put together by dint of much time, sweat, and profanity. I am repurposing for “Retrospect” this poem that I wrote a number of years ago. WRITER’S WORKSHOP (Deer Isle, Maine) The view…
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My Mama
Prompted By Women We Admire
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I Always Wanted Long Hair
Prompted By Hair
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I guess girls are supposed to have hair. I was born bald so my brother, five years my elder, called me “Boop-dy Boy”. He was confused. Eventually I grew hair, nice, shiny, straight, almost black hair. I always wanted to grow it long. My mother, for some reason which she never shared with me, wouldn’t…
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Don’t Obey in Advance
Prompted By Banned Books
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I felt uncomfortable packing the book and uncomfortable leaving it behind.
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We called her Pam
Prompted By My First Car
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My church youth group pressed into Pam like clowns into a VW bug.
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A Times to Remember
Prompted By Newspapers
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My uncle was an old-school, small-town newspaperman.
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The haunting hope of home
Prompted By Can You Go Home Again?
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Going home can produce dramatic results, but probably not the ones you were expecting.
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Desultory Ruminations on Procrastination
Prompted By Procrastination
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Random thoughts on why I’m a procrastinator.
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