Earlier in the week I was up before dawn preparing for an early day at work. As I sat at the dining room table, writing in my journal and sipping on a cup of coffee, the old houses up and down my street where still filled with the quituted of night. Nothing stirred under theContinue reading “Note from the Peoria Archipelago”
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Poetry, Thirty Years Later
When I was in my twenties and thirties, I split my reading time between poetry and novels. Cookbooks were right behind those, and Roman history a close forth. Now Roman history is first, cookbooks second, the occasional novel third, and almost no poetry at all. I find it odd how those proportions have changed overContinue reading “Poetry, Thirty Years Later”
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