Give me a poem. Give me your favorite poem. Give me a poem that opens you up and turns you inside out, then back again. Give me a poem filled with color and light. Give me the poem you hate the most, if it's full of life and you hate it for being too real. Give me two poems. Give me twelve, or forty. Or just one. Please?

This evening I finished the Bhagavad-Gita, hung out with the Tankers I do not see nearly enough, and found a card taped into a notebook in Tank's lounge. The front of the card had a picture of a pig in a carpentry kind of contraption, and the printed interior read "If you're happy and you know it, clamp your ham!" but the inside was far more ( Read more... )

The Benjamin Franklin of Monogamy ( Read more... )