I love my wife. I love my children. And I had a 30 year love affair with newspapers.
Epigraph: My wife has brought comfort to my mind, my life, and my soul that I could not have dreamed prior to meeting her.
By Joseph McCain3 years ago in Poets
The most hideous, poisonous products of the modern politics in recent years is the blotting out of the truth. Some call it censorship, others call it propaganda— no matter the name, the fruits of it are bitter and deadly to a democracy.
By Joseph McCain3 years ago in The Swamp
CHAPTER 1: Spark Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say but Mel would never let her voice go silent.
By Joseph McCain3 years ago in Fiction
All but one of these poems were written when I was a teenager. A time when I thought I was smarter than most yet carried little wisdom. See if you can spot the one I wrote when I was not a teenager.
Some of the passengers smiled pleasantly at Christopher Dent. Dent smiled back as a reaction to their smiles not because of any type of happiness and understanding. He smiled because he failed to understand any of it.
Consider me Into the parade I walk Cheers are deafening Consider me Into the house I walk The night is silence
