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How I Got Into Outsider Poetry

I sold a copy of the children’s book a couple of weeks ago. We had a second printing done, and it’s not done cheaply so it was expensive press run, then we never got around to promoting it even doing … Continue reading

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Poet Thomas Vaultonburg’s Ten Most Influential Books

This is from a Facebook writing prompt. The 10 books that have influenced me the most. Not sure why anyone would tag me, or be interested in ten books that influenced me, but here is a list. 1) Candide. Voltaire. … Continue reading

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Shingetsu and Japanese Prog Rock

I grew up around strange uncles who listened to all kinds of music. They were proud of their record collections. I heard everything. Except prog rock. For some reason I never heard prog rock. So, one weekend a few months … Continue reading

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One To Beam Up, Scotty

I always loved the original Star Trek series as a kid. And most of the movies and TNG. There’s a new Star Trek movie in the works. I’m not an appreciator of JJ Abrams’ work so I doubt I’ll ever … Continue reading

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Poems At the End of the World

It’s the longest night of the year. When you have Major depressive Disorder and it’s the Winter Solstice and additionally the end of the age according to the Mayan calendar, nights like these are especially interesting. I’ve decided to combat … Continue reading

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How Having a Kooky Uncle Can Scar Children For Life

Children are pretty good at ignoring nonsense and winnowing out the bs from the pearls of wisdom. I used to worry about my twin niece and nephew having to spend a lot of time with me, but they seemed to … Continue reading

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Dancing With a Beetle

I had this really nice underground apartment for about eighteen months. I remember it fondly. There was almost nothing in the apartment because all I did was work. No tables or chairs. The computer was on the floor the whole … Continue reading

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