There was another brother whom history forgets
And though he was a fisherman, he preferred other nets.
The coterie of rink rats who lived on the Left Coast… 312 more words
FRAMINGHAM, Mass. It’s the Sunday night after Thanksgiving, and Lieutenant Jim Hampy of the Massachusetts State DMVD is on patrol in the Metrowest area of Boston, on the lookout for students home from college with too much time on their hands and beer in their bellies. 852 more words
Call me crazy, but I like to write poetry.
Cats are a good training ground for poets. They are largely indifferent to poetry, like the overwhelming majority of people, but that still makes them a more receptive audience than my wife, who is openly hostile to the stuff. 797 more words