Tag Archives: Writing

Officespeak

Here’s a poem for anyone who has had to sit around meetings, classes, or parties, where folks who are clearly in over their heads,  talk just to talk.  You know what I’m saying. Officespeak There is no “I” in team, … Continue reading

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Exactly

Hello friends!  Recently I thought I’d try my hand at some Flash Fiction. It’s a good challenge, because you have to write super tight to tell a story in 50 ,100, or 300 words. Here’s a new piece, “Exactly”, that  … Continue reading

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Bits and Bobs and “The Wave”

Happy September everyone. Been busy working, writing, resisting; hanging with Jude, catching up with old friends across the pond, teaching my boy how to drive a bit and poof, now he’s a sophomore at USN. As the temperature heats up … Continue reading

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President’s Day

Naturally some of us write more than others, by necessity and desire, but I was reading Lincoln: the Biography of a Writer last week and not coincidentally, ran across one of President Lincoln’s most impassioned texts on the power of writing.  … Continue reading

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Happy New Year and the New Book

Dear Friends and Family – Holiday Greetings, happy New Year, and best of 2015 to you all! Thought I’d send along a little holiday update that should’ve gone with a card or letter, but alas, will have to arrive electronically. … Continue reading

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News

An ancient song I wrote with my friend and Chi-town legend, Hugh Hart, appeared in a documentary on these bike riders who go from S.F. to L.A. to raise money for leukemia.  The riders are called the Fireflies; our song … Continue reading

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A Poem from Sandburg’s House

Progress At Carl Sandburg’s house, Tourists snap pictures of Books behind glass Stacked top to bottom Downstairs and up Exactly as the poet left them Titles beckon as voices from the past, Tease our collective imagination And bring Carl and … Continue reading

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