via GIPHY   Danger!  Danger! Habitual disinterest ahead! I see it’s a black flag, a red flag, a pirate flag on the near horizon. Calling out from the crow’s nest to a dwindling crew of believers, a closing net of readers, Mine is the news of marginalized fate. It is so easy to puff up…

I consider link rich sites like The Marginalian to be paths to adventure through learning.  Typically, I have blazed a lackadaisical trail through these spaces, skimming the site and then clicking on links willy nilly.  I would like to be able to shift into another gear where the whole post becomes a syllabus for learning. …

Political poems are by definition clunkers. They feel heavy and weigh in awkward. Here is one of mine that started its life as bit of prose that I knew had to end up being a poem:   Clunker #1   We have lost, more birds, to suicide on our front porch window glass this year…