Poem of the Week
Today marks the start of a new weekly feature on guff: Poem of the Week I plan to do it every Monday, and it may or ... (more...)
Today marks the start of a new weekly feature on guff: Poem of the Week I plan to do it every Monday, and it may or ... (more...)
Looks like the novel is dead in Australia. Which is to say the aussies are faring better than us yanks, considering that all of ... (more...)
Just whacking an old literary albatross of mine... A look at several indicators from the last six years offers some basis for pessimism about the ... (more...)
I'm submitting something for next year's Best Slightly-Erotic Poem award. The name of my poem? Openly Orgasmic and Very Sticky. I'll work on it.
Oxford poetry laws seem pretty damn strict. There's no way something like that could happen in America, even when the poetry is dangerous. We ... (more...)
The best fiction is often the shortest. And accompanied by a lego drawing. (Damn that riley dog; where does he find them?)
A bit of non-rhyming, meter-less poetry. Just to pass the time... I knew a god and goddess once Who one rainy Sunday afternoon Took a drive in ... (more...)
Bobby was in most ways a typical ten year old boy with two wishes he hoped would come true. His first was a simple one ... (more...)
There is a village so small and so far off the routes people take, that most maps fail to list it. This doesn't bother the ... (more...)
Looking over my last Blurried Musing article, it's difficult to figure out the point. Having written the damn thing, I know what my objective ... (more...)
When Ted was young, much too young to work, he would say becoming a mail carrier, bringing letters and magazines and advertisements and packages to ... (more...)
I've recently become a member of a collaborative weblog (all right, blog) that will try and corral fourteen disparate folk into doing something even ... (more...)