Okay, I'm pretty much 'phoning it in' with this poem #18 for the poetry pledge drive today. I'm sorry - but, at some point, writing a poem a day is just going to sap every last creative juice out of you, . . . and I'm going to say THIS is that point. With any luck I'll get a second wind though, so continue to stay tuned.
A new curse is born. The Indians' arms have grown Tired from the swinging.
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Originally from Boston, I am a freelance writer/editor who now lives in Cleveland. My blog covers a wide gamut of topics but tends toward a liberal, psychological, feminist, atheist, and human rights-inspired interpretation due to my educational and professional background and my own personal leanings. Lately, I've been posting a lot of vegetarian recipes.