The tranquilizing drug of gradualism
I don’t get serious very often, but do you know why you REALLY have today off? From the Letter From a Birmingham Jail to the famous Continue reading The tranquilizing drug of gradualism
Category Archives: Expressive Rhythmic Literary Work
The Big Hurt
I had not thought about my old friend The Big Hurt much of late. It wasn’t until my wife told me a story this week Continue reading The Big Hurt
I have at times had dreams of football.
Another one in from our man Senna. He writes, I post, you read. We all win. I’m watching out of my window. I’ve never noticed Continue reading I have at times had dreams of football.
Life Quotes
I used to work with this guy back in the day. Loony as a bird. But once in a while something would come out of Continue reading Life Quotes
A blue bike and a thumbtack
The thumb tack was pushed into her front tire, the tire and bike were both blue, it was a lady’s frame. Her tire was flat. Continue reading A blue bike and a thumbtack
The Kinetic Cathartic
Ladies & Gentlemen, meet Senna. He writes. I post. You read. The Kinetic Cathartic part I Where the castle once stood no less, a castle Continue reading The Kinetic Cathartic
A short break from the study of law
I’ve been thinking more lately about cycling. About bicycles. About me. Actually riding bikes. I used to, you know. Once. Upon a time. I rode Continue reading A short break from the study of law
Men with popped collars
Men with popped collars I am surrounded by men with popped collars. Burberry, Polo, and Lacoste. Fear not I am near them, not of them. Continue reading Men with popped collars
Rhapsody on a Windy Night. T.S. Eliot
Rhapsody on a Windy Night T.S. Eliot (1888-1965) Twelve o’clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve Continue reading Rhapsody on a Windy Night. T.S. Eliot
He got his
I’ll have to start remembering the actual cross streets for these fun little stories I’ve been dutifully transcribing upon these vaulted pages. This morning I Continue reading He got his
It came in with the wind
Hey, it looks like Thursday to me. And that means it’s time for some poetry. From: Charlie S. Subject: Poem whoa, dropped a bean where’d Continue reading It came in with the wind
Today’s random offering
Library, again. Within your bosom, I view this confine of law by