Now this blows. I’ve got the poetry stuff coming out the a… pen right now. Okay, might as well jot the crap down and get it over with. #1: The Scribbler I have words aplenty and ideas too it’s just their ordering which is too few. No Beowulf from me nor an Odyssey I’m more [...]

forced by the heat to surrender to retreat to the bowels of our home. the sun shines, blinds and we gather in the hole, the basement where cool air still hides resides below the furnace of this new day. why in hell didn’t I buy a home with a/c? So maybe not an ode, but [...]