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Every poem’s like gold

I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies And I’m not proud of my address, In the torn-up town, no post code envy Royals, Lorde For one of my classes, I had to stitched together a themed poetry/song anthology aimed at young adults. My anthology, […]

Is my lack of central heat a first world problem? or how contempt is poisonous to our politics

It is a a cold for Florida day. It is only 43℉/9℃. I know those of y’all who live someplace with a real winter are saying “cry me a river.” But for the Florida born, this is cold. I have mentioned before that I live in a up on bricks house. We do not have […]

Producing an Upright Producer

Note to my faithful and faithless followers: Residents of The Bishop Family Compound have been struck down with horrible colds. For a brief while, I thought I might get away with only a minor cold, but the fates, those witches, conspired against me. This meant that yesterday I had about five get shit done hours, […]