Astropoetica? Really?

Here’s another first for me. I sold a prose poem to Astropoetica. Nominally, I don’t do poetry. Except limericks. I do sometimes write limericks. There was a man incredibly crass,Who had horribly flatulant gas.Smells? There were plenty.Friends? There weren’t any.But he sounds like a section of brass! That’s generally the… Continue reading

The Callouses Are Coming Back

I’ve been playing guitar enough since the weekend that I can feel the callouses coming back. The rhythm line from Tangled Up in Blue is coming along now that I figured out a way to deal with the fingerpicking and strumming. I’m not taking any lessons, so it’s all creativity… Continue reading