I, like the rest of you, I assume, have a ridiculous, incredible amount of books. It really is getting crazy. Anyway, I just moved out of an apartment on which every wall had a built in bookcase. The whole thing was filled with books. It was lovely. But I digress- I moved to a duplex with NO BOOKCASES. I am chronically broke- don't read this too closely, you may catch it *COUGH COUGH*- so cannot buy any. Now the real story sets in. My well-meaning aunt has a widower friend. ...
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This is a Celtic Ballad I wrote. The Lady of the Wood Her eyes did shine like the river and when she smiled not even the sun could rival Her hair seemed woven from silk of the moon and she dressed all in ivy To the song of the birds she danced free as a fish in the water When then one day it so happened she heard a bard at practice and ...
I dont know what the hell is wrong with people. Dont worry I am not about to decry the youth of today - mainly because (a) I still like to think I am young (even if I was middle-aged at birth) & (b) I dont think it is really a new problem. Why is it so goddamn difficult to get people to take some pride in what they are getting paid to do? I am by no means an ogre (despite how much I may resemble shrek from a physical standpoint) I think I am probably an easy enough manager to ...
Ok I am really annoyed, though about something rather minor, it is just the kind of thing that bugs me, and so I felt like ranting about it. I have this anthology of Contemporary Poetry, half of it I find interesting, half of it I find unbearable, and a small portion I actually like. Anyway, I was reading this, (or I should say trying to read it, I became so irritated with it, that I could not finish the whole thing) called Sheffield Ghazal 4: Driving West, by Galway ...
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