“Blade”
Icy blades sweep through,
Deflected by heavy shields,
Warding their chill touch.
Steve D
Icy blades sweep through,
Deflected by heavy shields,
Warding their chill touch.
Steve D
I think about George Carlin a lot. He was one of the first comedians I really started listening to when I was about eight… which is probably too young. But I think his cultural impact goes far beyond being a stand-up comedian. I really think he was a modern-day philosopher, especially as he got older and the subject matter of his comedy became more existential. I don’t know if he believed all of the ideas that he presented on stage, but he at least had the intellectual capacity to consider and explain them – convincingly. Continue reading “Literary Inspiration – What are Rights?”
Your eyes scan the field.
Do you search or lose yourself,
My dear guardian?
Steve D
Many moons ago, this site was born of a continuous exchange of poetry and mix CDs. Last night in the wee hours of the morning, I realized that I missed one fundamental aspect of that beginning – the music. And thus I have decided to do a mix list for you folks in line with December’s Theme. Continue reading “Literary Inspiration Mixtape: My Top Ten”
Every now and then someone I barely know at some party or bar or during a random conversation on the train will ask me that all-important icebreaker: what do you do for a living? My default answer of “I work for a marketing firm” tends to be enough for most, because the more detailed explanation either confuses them or does not interest them in the slightest.
Rarely, however, do I receive the following in almost automatic response: “Oh, so you manipulate people.” Continue reading “Meta-blog + a Note on Using the Interwebs”
Crucifix nailed above the door frame:
Judging from on high, up high, Continue reading “Misplaced Missive # 89: Cross”
Child me used to name
The squirrels who romped near my house
And envy their play.
Steve D
Subtitled: “too poor to be classically educated and dwelling on it the more that I read”
OR “my education is so porous, I could fill a red well”
Occasionally I like my subtitles better than my title and get sidetracked in interestingly irrelevant ways.
On to the discussion! Continue reading “Concept Art – Poorly Educated but Well Read”
Told with the fondness of nostalgia,
I grew up with the same few stories,
Like prized childhood memories
Of times considered better.
Where violence was common,
And insults became funny after time.
Because when you’re that young,
Everything seems worse than it was. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #157 – Real Love”
Winds bow tall grasses
Over shallow riverbanks,
Their whispers unheard.
Steve D