When you think the trials and tribulations are over and you can breathe again lo another one comes your way. On Friday, even though the winter weather was at least 15 degrees warmer--21 degrees--the car affectionately known as The Boat (86 Mercury Grand Marquis) STILL would not start at 8:30 am when the long suffering spouse is trying to get to school. Ruth tells me it's making the noise that it really really wants to please be a taxi service for its ungrateful owner--after ...
Here's the one I did today. Trying to keep in mind what Virgil, Countess, and mtpspur suggested (thank you very much, you three!) I worked on lengthening it and trying to make my stance clearer. I don't think I succeeded in the areas Countess suggested but I'm pleased with the progress I made today. I'll be writing more of these next week and I plan on working harder on your suggestions. Prompt At a recent conference on global issues, several panels debated possible ...
This is an anceint Celtic form known as Ae Freslighe, it is a rather difficult style to work with. Winter’s Breath Barren trees left quivering a single leaf still dying winds kiss sends it shivering with their chill spirits crying. Hush winter's breath awaken her white tempest churning a land now thought forsaken deep inside lies a burning. A passion left undenied drawn close in fires ...
Updated 08-20-2008 at 09:43 PM by Dark Muse
I'm a philosophy/political science major, and I spend most of my time focusing the unimportant things in life such as idealogies, meanings and reasons. This mostly ends up with me having whacked out thoughts on how I think things could work better, and how I disagree with everyone else. I thought this place would provide a good opertunity to share some of my thoughts with the group and possibly create some discussion. I would like everyone to know that what I write here is to be taken ...
This was inspired by Shardik by Richard Adams (The other book was good, but a little more fantasy..) There once was a man that sat upon a mountain. He was alone, but not lonely. The sun burned brightly, but this man sat there among the rocks smelling the sage and whatever smell came along. It was all a very pleasant thing. He sat there and the capricorn came and said "Hello". He nodded, and the mountain goat slowly walked away. It stopped and looked back slowly. ...
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