Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I got out! Nobody knows how I did it, and I’m not telling. 😀 Momma looked up from her gombuter where she types stuff, and there I was, outside. So she ran out, but she stopped to…
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Martin Cavannagh of Reedsy has sent me a link to a thorough and crystal clear post on writing memoirs. What he had in mind is probably not this. The Day the Dog Ate Popcorn excerpt by Marian Allen Now, we raised the chickens in a…
This is a July poem, but so what? It’s just barely August, so … close enough for folk music. HARBINGER by Marian Allen The locust trees are turning and it’s only July. Gold-brown, red-brown, brown, they shock the eye, dead in the green; as out…
