Douglas John ImbrognoinThe JunctionWhy I decided to be unfamousI decide to be famous only to myself: A poetic reckoningFeb 26, 2022Feb 26, 2022
Douglas John ImbrognoinThe JunctionSunlight & CoffeeLooking up and looking out one sunny Cincinnati dayAug 10, 20211Aug 10, 20211
Douglas John ImbrognoinThe JunctionGods of the NightFifteen Woodland Thoughts on an Appalachian EveMay 17, 20211May 17, 20211
Douglas John ImbrognoinThe Junction‘I can see clearly now’What happened one day beside the ohi-yo, and the day after thatMay 9, 2021May 9, 2021
Douglas John ImbrognoinThe JunctionRecalling “bad boy of publishing” Giancarlo DiTrappanoHe lifted an entire generation of writers shunned by traditional publishingApr 27, 2021Apr 27, 2021
Douglas John ImbrognoinThe Junction“Stephen”When someone who saw you through changes can’t be reachedApr 20, 2021Apr 20, 2021
Douglas John ImbrognoinThe Junction10,000 ThunderstormsA question on a sleepless night: How many thunderstorms old am I?Apr 1, 20211Apr 1, 20211
Douglas John ImbrognoinThe JunctionAfter the workers have goneWhat is the melancholy fascination of a warehouse frozen in time?Mar 11, 2021Mar 11, 2021
Douglas John ImbrognoinThe Junction“When Hay Bales Speak to You”A left turn down a country lane puts me in their secret midstFeb 22, 2021Feb 22, 2021
Douglas John ImbrognoOpen Letter to Sen. Shelley Moore Capito‘Republicans who acquit Trump convict themselves’ ~ Windsor MannFeb 12, 2021Feb 12, 2021