Prelude I recently found back something I thought lost for ten years – a collection of poems from my youth, paper copies of my earliest work, when ideas and imagination went merrily unchecked, until at some point they were fewer and fewer between. My brother had scrapped my ancient computer for me, and drilled holes …
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Interlude
Before we move on to the next 18 years, I want to tell you about Mrs. Beattie. She was an English teacher in high school, and out of the few strange things I have taken as path markers in my life, is an essay I did for her class. She was normally very liberal …
Psychoterrierpy 