I kissed her, he

I kissed her, he explained, aggrieved. Mmm, yes, I had the dubious pleasure of witnessing that, ah-hem, overly public occurrence. Lyall sharpened his pen nib, using a small copper blade that ejected from the end of his glassicals. Well! Why hasn’t she done anything about it? the Alpha wanted to know. You mean like whack … Read more

Kids are without a

Kids are without a doubt the most suspicious diners in the world. They will eat mud (raw or baked) rocks, paste, crayons, ball-point pens, moving goldfish, cigarette butts, and cat food. Try to coax a little beef stew into their mouths and they look at you like a puppy when you stand over him with … Read more

There is a movement

There is a movement happening, a quiet one. A low-profile, low-resolution revolution. Comprised of writers and dreamers, of guerrilla artists and thought-ninjas. Those with something to say. They communicate through text inscribed on true public spaces, rather than blogs and forums. Choosing fewer words, even without being bound by 140 character limits. Using ink instead … Read more

A true poet is

A true poet is more than just a man who can write a poem with a pen. A true poet writes poetry with his very life. A true poet doesn’t use poetic devices to con the heart of a woman but uses the beauty of all that is poetic to serve, cherish, and express love … Read more