Red Room Where the Writers Are

 This is a poem that actually has a title...

   The month of November, occasionally a disastrous time for the Nation, for my City, and for my loved ones, has been rather good to us this year.

As President George W.

  On this damp evening in San Francisco, I have just put up on my Author's Page a memoir and meditation on the first time I heard Orson Welles' Mercury Theater on the Air adaptation of H.G.

On Friday morning, before Wall Street trading opened, President Bush adressed the nation about the measures being taken by his administration to put stability back into the world's troubled financi

I need to go back to my most personal work but I can't.

Nothing to do with writer's block : I've been writing all day for months, thank you.