Readers may (or may not) be pleased to know that the author of this blog has begun writing poetry again after a long lay-off. These new efforts have been posted at
Blue Fred's Kitchen (see links section), where a site redesign is underway. The layout you will find there if you visit tonight is not necessarily the one we'll settle on, but it will do as a stand-by until I can make up my mind. Anyway, poetry lovers, why are you still here?
2 comments:
Bruce,
I went and read some of your poems, and I'm overwhelmed. You seem to be an all-around poet - lots of tools in your shed. You’ve got various forms you work in (great rhymed stuff). I’m still taking it in. The first few that I read were such vivid, personal snap shots. And then there was great nature imagery. You lay these situations out so clearly - it feels like I could step right into them. I’m going to keep reading your stuff and taking it in.
You sure are cranking out the prose on SP moreover. I wish I could keep up. My current job has a zero tolerance internet policy. I tell you - I have had some temp jobs where I could just go on the internet all damned day. That is all I would do is blog. I hope I get an assignment like that again soon. I do so much writing and blogging when the man lightens up my work load.
I’ll catch you later.
God, thanks B., compliments are the lifeblood of rampant egotists like me--though on "Blue Fred's Kitchen" I think poets like my own personal hero Ronald Baatz put me in my rightful place. He's a genius, not that he would recognise that, or admit it if he knew!
I don't even have a computer at my work--which is res. care for people with brain injury--but it's probably a good thing, because I'd never do any work if I had internet access. I do all my posting from home. I'm addicted to it--I think on Suffolk Punch.I even have the site up when friends are around so I can see when comments come in (sad f**ker)--although posting is a very private experience. Can't get into the protective thinking bubble when I'm in company.
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