David's Blog

I'm posting an original poem most Fridays for a year. This is 27/52. A Private History of a Public Matter My sister and I were apart only...

Because of my work on the Chicago Heights true crime book, I get approached about researching other cold cases. Most don't go anywhere,...

I'd been looking for a job my whole last year of college and had gotten interviews--the local PBS station, newspapers, several regional...

I'm posting an original poem every Friday for a year. This is 23/52. Heaven in a wildflower. -----

Another short excerpt from my memoir A Standing Start. There were (and are) no stop signs or traffic lights in our little coal camp of...

I'm posting an original poem every Friday for a year. This is 19/52. After an argument While trying to figure out exactly what I want to...

Gregory Bateson was one of the most influential people of his era (1904-1980), though most people have never heard of him. Born in...

I'm posting an original poem every week for a year. This is 22/52 (I think). A war poem for my father. River In my dream the creek...

Two guys agree to rob a bank and promise that if they're caught they'll not rat out the other. The rob the bank but are nabbed before...

I'm posting an original poem every Friday for a year. This is 16/52 (I think). Baked Goods and the Decline of Western Civilization The...

Mention Kentucky anywhere in the world and the name conjures a whole range of associations--the Kentucky Derby. Fried Chicken. Basketball....

I'm posting an original poem every Friday for a year. This is 16/52. Autoreply Your message has not reached me, and may never. I am...