I've worked in the building trades for most of my life: carpenter, plumber, electrician. Also been a writer all my life, published a bunch of books, never hit it big. Built my house under redwoods on a mountainside, raised a family, living with the same woman for fifty years, play with the grandkids. That's a career and it continues yet.
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  • JoinedMarch 25, 2014



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JoeCottonwood JoeCottonwood May 27, 2016 06:59PM
Another poem about my daughter, dog bites, doll houses.https://www.wattpad.com/262694527-not-much-but-plenty-stray-dogs
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Hippie Highway by JoeCottonwood
Hippie Highway Poetry
New poems about how it was and still might be. Hate the hippies? Sorry. You may leave now.
Each Day by JoeCottonwood
Each Day Poetry
Each Day is a poem come to life. Good days, miracles. Bad days, termites.
Construction Zone by JoeCottonwood
Construction Zone Poetry
There's dirt under my fingernails, sawdust in my hair. I'm proud to say I hammer nails. Install toilets. Hang drywall. Welcome to the construction zone. Note: I've had to "unpublish" a few poems from this...
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