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Fiction at Freddies: Baltimore’s writers take the stage

Mr. Rocky Balboa has a front row seat at Freddie’s Ale House in  Baltimore. “Fiction at Freddies” held its pre-Christmas Day literary readings Monday evening at Freddie’s Ale House. The fiction readers were authors Jen Michalski, Jen Grow, D.R. Belz; along […]

Mr. Rocky Balboa at Freddies

Fiction at Freddies: Baltimore’s writers take the stage

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Mr. Rocky Balboa has a front row seat at Freddie’s Ale House in  Baltimore. “Fiction at Freddies” held its pre-Christmas Day literary readings Monday evening at Freddie’s Ale House. The fiction readers were authors Jen Michalski, Jen Grow, D.R. Belz; along […]

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Michael Olesker shares a look at the fifties at Fiction at Freddies ~ Bill Hughes

Michalski, Grow, Belz headline Fiction at Freddies reading event

For years, Monday night at the local pub has featured stimulating conversation, poetry, satire, biography and fiction; punctuated by a pastiche of memorable images – courtesy of ABC television

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Red Dress

Every tree needs a red dress in autumn, a crisp fire-red, fashion statement at November’s Ball, a party in country fields fueled by apples, cold cider in cups.   Every woman owns at least one red

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Eulogy to abandonment

This poem is dedicated to those with borderline personality disorder. He was your love, your rock, your life's delight, And suddenly he'd left. What remained was the awful pain of your plight You

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I Think She’s Hot

If I wanted to meet someone beautiful, right away, I’d think she’s hot. If I wanted to meet someone sensual, right away, I’d think she’s hot. If I wanted to meet someone spiritual, right away, I’d

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Is this how I am to see you?

To whom so ever you maybe, I'm still sitting here, so patiently With your eyes haunting my dreams And a song, from long ago This is the time I need to see The woman

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Mrs. Rochester

They don’t see me, but they feel me everywhere. When he touches her with his one good hand, he feels me. When she kisses his scorched eyelids, she feels me.   I woke

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My love/hate relationship with poetry

I have had a love/hate relationship with poetry since I was a child. I remember a collection of poems by Eugene Field that rocked my world when I was around

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Bugged

Baltimore Post-Examiner is proud to showcase an excerpt from the latest work of activist and writer Alan Barysh and his new trilogy called A Book of Struggles (In the

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when silence becomes an attachment

a long root protruding from the esophagus we must say something stand before tyrant crowds who shout for the apocalypse who jeer you down a forbidden stairwell full of obsolete doubt watch you tumble

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