This column appeared September 12, 2019 in The Tentacle after medical tests suggested serious matters to me.
By Harry M. Covert
Well now, an unexpected sabbatical was forced. The tap, tap tapping on the keyboard was silenced, not censored by the esteemed editor, but to the shock and travail of this scribbler.
Seldom have deadlines been missed over the years of harnessing word plays. Lots of us old newspaper gals and guys believe “Writing is an act of love. If it is not it is only handwriting.” That was penned by French poet and novelist Jean Cocteau, who started writing at 10 and published at 16.… Read More