The Master Stroke Against the Memoir

Who do I admire? Who inspires, teaches me - who blows my perceptions apart and offers ┬áme new ones? Not confessional writers. I don't find memoirs, or poetry that's purely about the poet, all that interesting. A Winged Dream was likely the last time I'll get that personal, and it was more about me getting … Continue reading The Master Stroke Against the Memoir

So, Thanks, and All of That

Somebody said "liven that thing up". I'm assuming they meant Writer Moe, and not my black suit & white button down ensemble. I think it's classic. Adding in a flowery tie would, in my opinion, be a horror. So, on the assumptive hope (although, isn't that redundant - hope always assumes┬ásomething) that they were being … Continue reading So, Thanks, and All of That