We in the United States, as in any other country, aren't always represented by who governs us. So long as you afford to others the dignity and respect for life and liberty you would afford yourself, it doesn't matter to me where you're from, what language you speak or what truth you believe in. You're welcome here.
Patrick Gillespie has self-published one book of Poetry and edited nothing besides. His poetry and criticism has been firmly ignored and hasn't been translated into a single language. Gillespie has never been a Poet Laureate (let alone a Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere ), a Literary Fellow of the National Endowment of the Arts , or a Fellow of the Vermont Arts Council . He has received no prizes from the Poetry Foundation (or any other poetry related organizations) and the devil reportedly worries that Hell will freeze over if he ever receives anything like a Genius Grant from the MacArthur Fellows Program . He has been firmly rejected by any and all publishers. No plaques have been or will be dedicated to him or his poetry. Gillespie has received no recognition or prizes of any kind. He holds zero academic credentials or titles. In short, Gillespie is just like you -- of little to no importance to all but a few. You have no reason whatsoever to read him. He wears bottle-cap glasses, works as a Carpenter, has three daughters and a good sense of humor. He is currently replacing all the bad windows in his Vermont home.
194: July 13th 2019 | bottlecap
You touch on one of my recent excuses for not putting laundry out recently. There are so many bugs out there (and carried inside) I don’t have one of those tall tall lines…perhaps more bug-free.
Spiders I don’t mind, but we recently found a tick on one of our bedsheets. I almost think they’ve taken to falling out of the trees.
Spiders bite too…or some do. And yes ticks. They are bountiful here and seem to like me…thus my mild (?) paranoia.