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”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”
Vagabond Aflame
Agony, misery, woe not to know what you miss Continue reading “Vagabond Aflame”
Running In My Head 