Archive for February, 2013


Now, now. What kind of cat lover would I be if I shot him just for that? 3 stitches above the eye and all is well. And don’t get me wrong. We had words.

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Men at Forty

In this, my 40th year of life, I came across a familiar poem in one of my old college writing anthologies. The connection is obvious, but it goes further. I was privileged to hear and to meet Donald Justice at a poetry reading in 1992. After the reading, people were approaching him for autographs with […]

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