Mom feeds them in the driveway. They have their own bowls. If they'd hold still, they'd probably have their own blankets and earmuffs too.
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The off-and-on-again blog of Ron Mohring, whose plate is almost always overfilled. CONTENTS OF THIS BLOG ARE MIGRATING (gradually) to my new blog, The Boy Who Reads in the Trees. See top post for URL.
Linky Links
- About a Word
- Alex Gildzen: Arroyo Chamisa
- Anne Haines
- Art Durkee: Dragoncave
- Autumn House Press
- Barn Owl Review
- Beloit Poetry Journal
- Bernadette Geyer
- Bookslut
- Brevity
- Broadsided
- Cabinet of Wonders
- Cave Canem: A Home for Black Poetry
- Chapbook Review
- Copper Nickel
- DIAGRAM
- DIY Poetry Publishing Cooperative
- Donna Vorreyer
- Double Room
- Drunken Boat
- Dudecraft
- Eduardo Corral: Lorca Loca
- Emerging Writers Network
- Fat of the Land
- Frank Sherlock
- Hanging Loose Press
- Indiana Review
- Jameson Currier: Queertype
- John Keene: J's Theater
- Jory Mickelson: Literary Magpie
- Karen Weyant: The Scrapper Poet
- Kristin Berkey-Abbott
- Mark Doty's blog
- Mark Granier:Lightbox
- Matthew Hittinger
- Matthew Siegel
- Paul Martinez Pompa
- Poetry Daily
- RJ Gibson: On the Cusp
- Redheaded Stepchild
- Sandy Longhorn
- Southern Indiana Review
- Tarpaulin Sky
- Writing the Holocaust
- qarrtsiluni
- the rain in my purse
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