A brief rant on Anglocentrism Rick Stein walks into a Hamburg market, ogling the eels byJeff SteenApril 7, 2024
Evergreens are not so always green Evergreens are not so alwaysgreen, are they? byJeff SteenMarch 29, 2024
Rest Day They say Sunday is the rest day:the rest of your humanity, coming to byJeff SteenMarch 10, 2024
PoetryApril 7, 2024 Crooked “Crooked” is all I could say of the 78-year-oldsoybean farmer who byJeff Steen
ReflectionApril 7, 2024 A brief rant on Anglocentrism Rick Stein walks into a Hamburg market, ogling the eels byJeff Steen
PoetryMarch 29, 2024 Evergreens are not so always green Evergreens are not so alwaysgreen, are they? byJeff Steen
PoetryMarch 10, 2024 Rest Day They say Sunday is the rest day:the rest of your humanity, coming to byJeff Steen
PoetryFebruary 10, 2024 My bedroom is a wireless jungle My bedroom is a wireless jungle:the lights rush on at the sound of my byJeff Steen
ReflectionFebruary 10, 2024 The mediocre music that moves us A few nights ago, I found myself doing what I haven’t done in a long time: byJeff Steen
PoetryJanuary 13, 2024 The journal entry, January 2024 Dear me, You’re making an effort to write about your day, and I byJeff Steen
ReflectionJanuary 7, 2024 You get what you get, you are who you are Sometimes, you get what you get byJeff Steen