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The Sacrifice

A new poem, just in time for baseball season.  But, as with all writing about baseball, it’s about more than the sport.  Enjoy.  Doug The Sacrifice In baseball, it is a mighty thing, to lay the bat horizontal one hand … Continue reading

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Unopened / Memphis Review

We’re really chuffed at the latest Unopened review, written by Corey Mesler, proprietor of Burke’s Books in Memphis and one of the south’s finest writers.   Also an opportunity to say, yes, the book is officially out.  Enjoy the read … Continue reading

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Ode to My Chuck Taylors

Here’s a new poem, “Ode to My Chuck Taylors,” just for here….enjoy.  Doug Ode to My Chuck Taylors On a listless Sunday afternoon My black hi-top Chuck Taylors Lie waiting on the hardwood floor Classic, cool, casual They beckon me … Continue reading

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The Open Window

Happy to return to Feminine Collective with a new short story, “The Open Window.”  Glad to be a repeat contributor to this journal.  As they say at FC, it’s a journal in which “powerful women” (and a few good men) … Continue reading

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Downers Grove Sedoka

Here’s a new sedoka for your enjoyment.   Thanks for the read, Doug Downers Grove Sedoka Isn’t it a club? Air conditioned day old smoke Disco balls that do not turn Chords ring.  She passes  Between my lips while dancing … Continue reading

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This Hard Land

New essay entitled “This Hard Land” up at Ink 19.  Thanks to James Mann for  giving me the nudge to write this. Tried to weave a bunch of ideas together, to stack mirrors upon mirrors – but really, props go … Continue reading

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On the Mountain with Mr. Bouton

It’s been awhile since I wrote about baseball, but recently I was in Seattle with my son Jude, went to a Mariners game, and scaled Hurricane Ridge, drawing some connections, inspiring  “On the Mountain with Mr. Bouton.”   The  folks … Continue reading

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