Devious Journal EntryI look back at all these old old poems, and i wonder why I haven't written anything. I'm afraid to think that writing is a skill that I lose as I mature, like believing in magic or santa claus.
Perhaps it will take some effort on my part. I realize now that I posted these deviations for the wrong reasons. I wanted recognition for what i wrote, but i realize now there is a beauty in simply writing and thinking and contemplating.
I shall use DA simply as a place to PUT it all, and to read, and to improve. It's all I really can do I suppose.
--
Slainte chugat
Gura slan an scealai
--
Slainte chugat
Gura slan an scealai
--
Visit the Stratogallery on DA!
[link]
--
*puts on running shoes, jumps over trashcans and druggies and hypodermics and through alleyways and squares and across a bridge and a long stretch of I-95 and another bridge and a toll booth and some more I-95 and two more bridges and a ferry*
--
And now for something completely different.
--
What? These? Yes of course they're real! No, you cannot see them.
--
From Montreal to Hongkong
Where have all the good people gone?
---------------------------------
Good people found: 2
--
From Montreal to Hongkong
Where have all the good people gone?
---------------------------------
Good people found: 2
Previous Page123Next Page