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My Poetry and Commentary on Life
This Writer’s Beginnings: EarlyYears
Bread Loaf Influence
Rock and Roll High School
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First Sentence of a Novel I Will Never Write
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All he could think about
was his daughter’s laugh
and a hat he left behind
as the doors sprung open
and the men opened fire.
(November 15, 2016)
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April 23, 2022
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