InThe JunctionbyDouglas John Imbrogno·Feb 26, 2022Why I decided to be unfamousI decide to be famous only to myself: A poetic reckoning
InThe JunctionbyDouglas John Imbrogno·Aug 10, 2021Sunlight & CoffeeLooking up and looking out one sunny Cincinnati dayA response icon1A response icon1
InThe JunctionbyDouglas John Imbrogno·May 17, 2021Gods of the NightFifteen Woodland Thoughts on an Appalachian EveA response icon1A response icon1
InThe JunctionbyDouglas John Imbrogno·May 9, 2021‘I can see clearly now’What happened one day beside the ohi-yo, and the day after that
InThe JunctionbyDouglas John Imbrogno·Apr 27, 2021Recalling “bad boy of publishing” Giancarlo DiTrappanoHe lifted an entire generation of writers shunned by traditional publishing
InThe JunctionbyDouglas John Imbrogno·Apr 20, 2021“Stephen”When someone who saw you through changes can’t be reached
InThe JunctionbyDouglas John Imbrogno·Apr 1, 202110,000 ThunderstormsA question on a sleepless night: How many thunderstorms old am I?A response icon1A response icon1
InThe JunctionbyDouglas John Imbrogno·Mar 11, 2021After the workers have goneWhat is the melancholy fascination of a warehouse frozen in time?
InThe JunctionbyDouglas John Imbrogno·Feb 22, 2021“When Hay Bales Speak to You”A left turn down a country lane puts me in their secret midst
Douglas John Imbrogno·Feb 12, 2021Open Letter to Sen. Shelley Moore Capito‘Republicans who acquit Trump convict themselves’ ~ Windsor Mann