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A Place of Truth: Busking poet Abi Mott finds verity in verse

Poet Abi Mott braves the cold for the sake of her art in A Place of Truth. (courtesy photo) Take a walk around town and you’re bound to find a street performer offering a song for no more than the […]

A Place of Truth: Busking poet Abi Mott finds verity in verse

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Poet Abi Mott braves the cold for the sake of her art in A Place of Truth. (courtesy photo) Take a walk around town and you’re bound to find a street performer offering a song for no more than the […]

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Emeryville Adventure

10 p.m. Emeryville, California Amtrak Station the city of Oz across the bay but why pass up a cab you have money enough money and there is always plastic to stretch your buying clout why pass up a cab and

The Star

In the distance, behind a sign advertising 3,300 acres for lease, A steel mill is meeting what free market economists call Creative destruction. Two years after the shutdown, the searing pain of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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