I didn’t feel like shilling for any of my books today, so here’s a poem. It’s an older poem, so I may have posted it before, but that’s as may be. DEFINITION OF AN ABSTRACT TERM by Marian Allen When egg-blue spring sits caged in…
Month: March 2017
Hi, there! My name is Tipper Allen, and guess what? I have a whole couch, all to myself! It has a quilted cover on it, so I don’t get cushion thread on my white coat, and a pillow I can hide behind to watch the…
In honor of me favorite Irish restaurant, The Irish Rover, and because it’s St. Paddy’s Day, what can I do but present Paddy Noonan singing — wait for it — The Irish Rover! And the lyrics, not quite the same as those sung, but near…