Remembering the bright unbroken planet
Jet by Tony Hoagland Sometimes I wish I were still out on the back porch, drinking jet fuel with the boys, getting louder and louder as the empty cans drop out of our paws like booster rockets falling back to Earth and we soar up into the summer stars. Summer. The big sky river rushes overhead, bearing asteroids and mist, blind fish and old space suits with skeletons inside. On Earth, men...
A damned good poet and a fair critic; but he can kiss my ass as a man and he...– Ernest Hemingway, on T.S. Eliot
We all have a lot more to read than we can read and a lot more to do than we can...– Reading Together, Knowing the Ending
Your habitual lying.
WHAT MAKES UNICORNS CRY By Bob Shea Seasonal allergies Those who refuse to believe in them Orphans throwing socks at them Renegade wizards who refuse to join the alliance A sad movie Getting punched in the horn Unicorn-themed fan fiction War, poverty, injustice, the same stuff as you and me Older, mean-spirited unicorns Your habitual lying Overactive thyroid