From a very early age, when I was really quite young, say about six, I made and wrote poems; to be fair most of my six-year-old attempts were as you would expect a six-year-old’s to be – but as I got older, in some ways my poetry and verse improved. 489 more words
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I took a picture of this very old picture in Dundee, Scotland in 2014 with my friend, Mike Tait, giving us the grand tour of Dundee, known for “jute, jam, and journalism.” I loved the train trip to Dundee with Norah doing her homework over cups of tea, while I stared out at fields of yellow flowers and eventually the walls of Edinburgh which loomed up in the train window before going onto Dundee. 1,036 more words
I have just finished reading Bukowski in a Sundress, the ‘memoir’ of Kim Addonizio.
It isn’t really a memoir in the linear-narrative traditional sense, it is a series of essays, illuminating facets of a life via the equivalent of a short story collection rather than a novel. 149 more words