I seem to find myself either way ahead of the proverbial curve or way behind it. In this case, the latter applies. While many writers I know have built their own blogs and moved into more current areas, I've been too busy juggling new projects and hopelessly backlogged ones, such as the revamped web site that this blog will link to . . . eventually. I admit to fumbling through Facebook, although email seems a lot simpler. Other similar groups carry my name or face, but I've forgotten how to access them. I've avoided Twitter because, rightly or wrongly, living in the moments of too many other people keeps me from living in my own. Do I really need to know what you're doing at 11:31 A.M? If you want to know, without a Twitter, Vernon Frazer is trying to start his blog. Texting will come later, if ever. And "sexing?" At my age, you don't want to know what you have to look forward to.
As best I can determine, this will be a work in process, a mixed bag of updates on publications and occasional commentary. Keeping a journal has never interested me and, however emphatic my tone, my commentaries, like everyone else's, are one person's opinion on a given day, subject to change on the next. To spin Walt Whitman's classic phrase : If I contradict myself, I contradict myself. I am large and need to lose ten pounds.
A few weeks ago VENEREAL KITTENS published a few of my poems. Here's the link: