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The Inner Harbor, Baltimore, January 8 a.m.

The dimpled water can’t decide On inscrutable green Or metallic gray.   The sky, a quilt of whites, grays, Patches of scudding charcoal sewn in, Sheds a few loose threads of snow That get entangled in the morning’s hair.   […]

The Inner Harbor, Baltimore, January 8 a.m.

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The dimpled water can’t decide On inscrutable green Or metallic gray.   The sky, a quilt of whites, grays, Patches of scudding charcoal sewn in, Sheds a few loose threads of snow That get entangled in the morning’s hair.   […]

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Etudes without Piano

the reign in Spain drives me insane the moon jumped over the cow spilling milky light did you ever hop while swigging scotch or make a wry word while distilling whiskey or behead a French

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

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

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