Not playing is better, he reckoned.
“Benjifer Bones” the old cat intones, “shall never be one of those usual drones”
Yo soy de otra tierra
It’s easy to rise on the called-for occasion…
signs don’t help.
Ye who are enlightened so
White. European. Straight. Cisgendered. Wealthy. Males. For them – the sky’s the limit.
There once was a day they stormed Congress.
we might’s well drink the brew.
I MUST BE DOING THIS WRONG.
God is not dead, nor doth He sleep
celestial cycles don’t control all darkness.
the waiting gets old
“time” is beyond us.
the crooked made straight
we wait and wait…and…
When I wrote It didn’t fit
It turns out that “in” is not where one should always opt.
If only Coleridge had given Okeonos to that Mariner of olden days…
Choose today to consider “why” we are blessed.