We have a problem?

My blog has suddenly been reduced to one post?
Apparently this has happened to others as well.
Let’s hope this was a cosmic hiccup, soon to be righted.

Chickens coming home to roost

I sort of identify as a writer, though that waxes and wanes. It’s a craft, and I have a certain workman-like capacity, on good days. That being the case, I am ultra-aware of just how many people out there are real, natural-born writers, and I admire them so much because whether they are making [...]

Poetry blogging: “Your eyes are made of glass. They break. You are not brave.”

Anne Sexton
Angels Of The Love Affair
“Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,
the dark one, that other me?”
1. ANGEL OF FIRE AND GENITALS
Angel of fire and genitals, do you know slime,
that green mama who first forced me to sing,
who put me first in the latrine, that pantomime
of brown where I was beggar and [...]