Til the Last Hemlock Dies
Musings on genre writing, waterfall wandering, and peak bagging in the South's wilderness areas.
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Poetry
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Thursday, February 11, 2016
Tryin'
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Run, Run Rudolph. by James Robert Smith. If you can't be immortal Be famous. If fame is denied you Be notorious. Failin...
Wednesday, January 02, 2013
Contrast
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My dad was--to put it mildly--a grouch. He was a bitter man who thought in his youth that the world would see the beginnings of a socialist ...
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