With a trite, redundant, and yet undeniably true aphorism Professor Stout begins his third Sea Poem, writing again as Mister Heustis.
The real monster in this week’s theme in the Mad Scientist.
Perhaps there is a clever code embedded in this line whose meaning the intervening years have obscured.
The Chickadees seem determined to defend their turf, which is the top of our head.
God rhymes the word rhymes with chimes.
Lucky Breaks always happen when things are looking bleakest, as in your life now.
A girl he loves, his precious sun
Her eyes like petals, soft and bright
An audaciously bad poem.
This is essentially the kind of poem that would mention flowers.
Commentary by Tark Mackintosh folded arms The poet immediately sets the stage: Young Men’s Library Association members in tweed with crossed arms (never akimbo) prowl the streets of San Joaquin after imbibing deliciousness in the […]
Cried rhymes with died.