Chapin City Blues

Writing is writing whether done for duty, profit, or fun.

It might have been a mistake when fellow writer Ronnie Garza let it slip that I was a “staple” in the local poetry community. Otherwise, I’m just being humble. I don’t believe anyone would agree with either or. I managed to go from hiding in the shadows to leaving them to returning to them in …

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    I used to call this place the happier parts of hell; like Mexico, we’re so far from Heaven. Last night Jyg had a dream that I was a clone – or clone-like. She dreamt there was three of me – the child, the teenager and the adult. We were on the run and …

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Someone is searching for René Saldaña, Jr. Rather, they’re searching for “informatoin” on his “workes.” I suspect Gollum is up to no good, and thinks René possesses the one ring. I know,  lame Lord of the Rings joke but I’m the king of lame. I managed to write a rough draft for that personal statement …

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It’s a little pretentious of me to call myself a writer, which is why I usually note that I’m a reader who happens to write. Though, doesn’t that define a writer? Anyone who states they are a writer but don’t like reading is a poseur and should be stripped for their pen and paper immediately. Writers …

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…Others were those  responsible for my upbringing. It takes a village to raise a kid was pretty much the mentality my family held. Grandparents and a single mother, aunts and uncles – these are the people who provided me with the books I loved, the rides to school, the encouragement to follow through my dreams. …

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