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I'm posting an original poem every Friday for a year. I've lost track of the # this is. When I rode the bus I wrote a haiku every day....

It's late 1934. Major General Smedley Butler—nicknamed "The Fighting Hell-Devil" and "Old Gimlet Eye"—was the most decorated Marine of...

I'm posting an original poem every Friday for a year. Some kind of clerical error leads to eternal consequences. Afterlife My headlamp on...

The vast majority of musical acts—soloists, bands, vocal combos—never have a hit. A few have one hit and build an entire career out of...

I'm posting an original poem every Friday for a year. This is 30/52. Screentime I am trying to enjoy this quiet coffee but the couple...

Few moments in life are more consequential than giving a child a name, whether it's whispered in a delivery room or awarded with the pomp...

I'm posting an original poem every Friday for a year. A little late with this one. This is #32/52 I think, On ordering pizza for my...

Just over a hundred years ago, in late August 1921, the largest armed insurrection since the Civil War erupted not far from where I grew...

I'm posting an original poem almost every Friday for a year. This is 29/52. A few thoughts, from the afterlife, on donating my body to...

It wasn't long after Thomas Edison perfected the electric light that the more imaginative predicted a world with no dark corners—streets...

I'm posting an original poem most Fridays for a year. This is 28/52. When I rode the city bus I'd write a haiku each day about it. Bus...

John Sherman Cooper was born in Somerset, Kentucky in 1901. A lifelong Republican, he studied at Centre College and Yale and received his...