Chapin City Blues

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

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  • Occupied Mind

    I can’t even say that I’m not motivated to write. There’s so  much clogging my brain that it’s impossible to sit still and map something out. There are review notes floating about, journal-esque entries, poetry to share, and a research paper that will probably never get written because the annotated bibliography assignment I’ve been mulling Continue reading

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  • Poetry Break

    Pause by Louis Gilmore If it were to become Complete; If All of a sudden Everything were to hold its breath: Surely The walls of the city Would be cast down With a terrible noise. A lot has happened during my absence. And I wanted to write about it, but I also felt that I Continue reading

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  • From the Desk of Shaun Damien

    It’s finally happened. I’m not longer an almost-two-year-old bad ass. Nope. I’m a nearly-three-year-old extraordinaire. For those of you who are out of the loop, I celebrated my nearly-three-year-old birthday Saturday. It was an ordeal, let me tell you that. Dad’s been busy doing dad things. He’s suffering what he calls book ennui. Nothing is Continue reading

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