We’re two days from the New Year I’m working on my poem My thoughts are constantly rhyming couplets The lights are on…but I’m not home
If you care enough to dive into the bowels of political fetidness, the colonoscopy-like probing would lead to a dismal prognosis…not just of today’s political sphincter but that of the lower GI of every governmental digestive tract since the first edict or proclamation or straw vote. Just read a single…
I have never thought of myself as a depressed person, which I consider a luck-of-the-draw bonus in a world so overwhelmed with nuanced layers of angst-ridden disability. I’m a “Boomer”, (OK?), with a blurred religio-laic moral center who protested, draft-dodged, marched and always questioned authority but never the right and…
The connotation of “vamping” is, in most contexts, a positive one. For example, it’s a coveted asset for a musician to be able to “vamp” on the changes of a tune; comedians, poets and attorneys who have the gift of cogent, extemporaneous verbiage, use it to amuse, delight and influence…