Jim Robinson: Poem
November 24, 2014TW Featured Poet
The woman who works at Woolworth's/slips a chip of beard into her purse.
The woman who works at Woolworth's/slips a chip of beard into her purse.
'You will not make it to heaven on jokes alone,' the Bishop said.
Elvis Presley seemed like a wandering soul in search of a purpose that remained just out of reach.
First-person journalism is my antidote to much of what goes on in creative nonfiction classes.
I’ve often wondered what keeps other musicians and writers going, especially those who aren’t out to make a hit record.
These days, I let characters show up on their own, talk for a while, then leave.
Just by being working class, I’m a minority in the industry, and then to be a woman on top of that is absolutely nuts.