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I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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There's junk in the river

...and then there's junk in the river. As I've said before, one of the great things about the river is that half the time I have no idea what's going on. Ducks fly in a big hurry from somewhere to somewhere else, and then settle; a big empty barge heads upriver slowly on a Sunday morning; the Coast Guard rushes back and forth, then slows and circles. Or, you might find an entire fruit basket floating in the water with the rest of the debris. Is this the kind of thing you could lose over the side of a boat? Or would you chuck it in like a frisbee? How long had it been there? It was being tossed by impressive waves, too. One orange had floated out and was nearby; otherwise, six grapefruit, an orange, and an apple sloshed around but stayed inside it. I have a good mind to have a caption contest on this one. Yes, okay, go ahead. Best caption wins a copy of my short story collection, A TALE ABOUT A TIGER. Decision of the judges will be arbitrary and final. Post captions here, or on Facebook. Go!

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