So. You may have seen on the news that certain parts of the eastern United States – places that don’t usually get snow – are now blanketed in the stuff. As such, I am snowed in, and while I’d love to have you stop by for a chat and a drink, unless you already live in my neighborhood, I don’t think that’s a wise decision today. So pull up a chair in your own home and pour a beverage from your own reserves and imagine we’re together.
Continue reading “Life is like a Snurricane”Helium and Bad Poetry
It’s both helium discovery day and bad poetry day, so of course I’ve written a poorly-done limerick on the discovery of helium:
Continue reading “Helium and Bad Poetry”Creativity in the Time of Covid
I was thinking the other day how I haven’t written much on the blog since Fall 2020, and thought that the pandemic had really ruined my creativity. But then I realized I was wrong: the last two years didn’t lessen my creativity: they redirected it.
Continue reading “Creativity in the Time of Covid”Wicked Word Wednesday: Pounce
I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn’t crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce. The heart of the North is dead, and the fingers of cold are corpse fingers. – D.H. Lawrence
The Veteran
Every year I share a poem for Veteran’s Day, usually something from World War I. This year, I’ve attempted my own. Continue reading “The Veteran”
Minor, Reaching Majority
This week’s limerick was inspired by a photo prompt, meaning it was open-ended. This is both freeing and terrifying. Here’s what I came up with: Continue reading “Minor, Reaching Majority”
