Tomorrow I will take the skies The Phoenix from the fire But today you win Ashes Ashes You win Ashes Under your feet Turn on the TV Sit back and relax Your world is Ash
Tomorrow I will take the skies The Phoenix from the fire But today you win Ashes Ashes You win Ashes Under your feet Turn on the TV Sit back and relax Your world is Ash
“And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.”
– William Shakespeare
(from A Midsummer Night’s Dream)
You will be missed.
It may sound romantic, but in search of that elusive metaphor, poets can be somewhat “eccentric.” If you date a poet everyone will think you are the jerk they are writing about. You will be the jerk they are writing about. They have an unnatural affection for book stores and office supply stores. They have …
Buddy Wakefield – Convenience Stores
Okay this is a story teller.
I know, I am not an English Major, but this much I do know: You cannot begin every sentence with an and, but, or so. Even capitalized. Every once in a while, maybe. But every single one. No! So, Every now and then. Okay. The grammar police do not scare me. Hell No. But every …
Can I say something to introduce this. Hmmm… No I am not worthy.
It was that dream where I find myself waking up staring strait into the sun, and I realize I am floating face up in an inner-tube in the middle of the sea. Just as I realize where I am, I think, “how did I get here? oh yea this is a dream” and I roll …
In honor of National Poetry month, I would like to present a young woman with a very important message for the world. A sort of public service announcement for all of us, who find ourselves getting sucked into what the world says is important, but we all really know is not.
