I am in here.
Everything looks better in the morning, even the previous night. However, the previous night looked pretty good anyways. This is the sort of pretentious blather that my mind runs through when it is waking itself up, which it is attempting to do so right now. It is helped along by a mocha frappuccino; I suppose … Continue reading How it looks in the morning
Well, I am getting the poems, many of them, nicely settled into their new home on a night kitchen. The ones that are already here in the “my poems” section of the blog will stay here as well. Poems can bilocate. That is something that is fascinating to me this early in the morning. Yes, … Continue reading How the new poem home is coming along
Am I allowed to speak of it? My life. I was always assured by my mother that discussing my life with others was not only rude but forbidden. Regardless of my own reasons for speaking, she told me that it was certain that anyone else would think I was being snobbish and aloof. It was … Continue reading The doll on the staircase
This past spring, I myself, an Apple lover from 1982, ditched my iPhone as well in favor of an original Droid. I am also quite happy with the thing, and have no plans to go back. One thing I have found out is that several of the most desirable iPhone app companies are porting their … Continue reading An echo of my own experience… Droid Does? I Don’t Think So (via Wes Gay)
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