Some songs get you going and remind you who you are. This morning as I drove to work, this song came on and I listened especially intently to the words.
Ruminations of a Working Man: Wild I Am
Tea is at Four
"...tea is at four. There's plenty of it. You are welcome any time. Don't bother knocking!" -Bilbo Baggins
This Is How Things Are Done Around Here
Cold winter creeping in with a blizzard and a whiteout without any reason other than, "this is how things are done around here."
Thin
Pluck a thin string into a melancholic tune, watch it grow in sonic synesthesia
From Yellow to Blue
Dress in every shade of green that was ever meant to Exist from yellow to blue.
A Most Inopportune Time
My muse often visits me at most inconvenient times With two crows making love on a lamppost When one flies into the city to tell Johnny Something of an urgent manner "Finish up your delivery, and we shall move on with our lives" Warm pizza left in front of an apartment Running from the knocks on the... Continue Reading →
My Sister’s Old Bedroom
Fair warning: I did not plan this post, nor did I proofread it. Proceed at your own risk.
Wonders of Whiskey and the Willow Tree
There are some rather odd and ridiculous sayings that come to mind under the influence of such mischievous quiddities as whiskey and autumntime.
Ever On the Wing, pt. V: Significance
Life moves autonomously // Life within and without me
December Rose 