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  • Writing 201: Water

    Springtime snow melting. Drips, trickles, streams a cascade Of life. Fresh water. by R. A. Richardson

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  • The “Rich100Award” Presentation

    Before I announce the winner of “The Inaugural Rich100Award” allow me a moment to say this. If I had an orchestra of French horns, violins, and a timpani, I would conduct them in a rousing rendition of Tchaikovsky’s “1812 Overture.” Since I don’t, I’m going to cheat and use this rousing rendition from youtube to…

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  • Songs Yet Sung – Verse From a Drug Addled Mind | Let’s Set The Record Straight

    In a previous post, I discussed my failure to get on track with NaPoWriMo, so I decided to create my own challenge for myself. Well, here it is, complete with my very own fancy-schmancy logo for my very own challenge. And here is poem number one – so five more to go, since I set…

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  • Java Fueled Journaling – 3

    13 April 2014, 10:10:30 AM Dear Java Fueled Journal, Go figure. Another night of java-fuel for my nicotine enriched, oxygen deprived, gamma-raydiated brain. Its crazy! It’s wild! A circus and a freaking freak show! It’s like…well…like…gosh, you know what it’s like. It’s like all my brain cells are at war with each other and nobody…

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  • If I Forget

    Some quick lines before I forget, cause harsh, Throat burning, alcohol numbing my head. Wild Turkey, Johnny Walker or maybe Jim Beam. Don’t know, don’t care, each one my best friend On a day like today and a night like tonight Ain’t gonna stay sober, what gives you the right To say where I’m going,…

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  • I Don’t Write Poetry

    I don’t write poetry John to pass away the time, to purge the demons in my head, nor make up silly rhymes. I don’t write poetry John to make a million bucks to see my name in big bright lights, no John, no such luck. I don’t write poetry John because the words flow through…

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