First, a short poem: Burnt Sausage by Paul Kleiman It’s 11:00 a.m. And the sausages are burning Sitting on the couch Hearing the pages turning Thank … Continue reading ON POETRY AND BURNING SAUSAGES
First, a short poem: Burnt Sausage by Paul Kleiman It’s 11:00 a.m. And the sausages are burning Sitting on the couch Hearing the pages turning Thank … Continue reading ON POETRY AND BURNING SAUSAGES
Keep it simple, stupid. No no, not, you. You’re not stupid. It’s just an expression. The day after Christmas and we’re all still digesting, which makes it doubly difficult to … Continue reading On Being Petty