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Of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness
The other day I was reading the blog of a fellow citizen of Penn’s Woods, Walt Franklin of Rivertop Rambles. I’m not a fly fisherman, but watching those guys on slate run years ago, taking a break from hiking the Black Forest trail, well, there was something Zen or maybe Taoist about it, how they…
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Little Ways, Stafford, Wisdom and Poetry
So this poem, some might argue, goes against one of my carnal rules of poetry; don’t be teachy, or preachy. I honestly hate most philosophical poems, generally because they come off as either arrogant, or soulless and impersonal, and often all of the above. Other poems, in an effort to teach a lesson can turn…
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Submissions and Rejections
I have solid proof that I have been once again submitting my poetry for publication; I have received my first rejection email! Whoo hoo! This truly is exciting. It at least proves I did something, even though the rejection was pretty standard, no personalized information, I take comfort in knowing that I was acknowledged, if nothing…
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Colin and the Pale Blue Dot
In the last post the question of my faith came up. I’ve talked in posts way back here on the blog about the Bible and Homosexuality. Biblical symbolism sometimes wanders into my poems. Hey, it’s in my background and upbringing. It’s part of my story. Still, I have been reluctant to discuss much religion here…
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Another Proud Pops Post
I’ve talked a lot here on the Dad Poet blog about how proud my sons make me. But I hope you’ll indulge me in another proud pops post. Pops, that’s what Jo, my oldest calls me. “Does it make you feel old?” he asks. “Yes,” I reply. “Seriously?” “No, not really. I kinda like it.”…
