For someone who loves reading and stockpiles books and shoes in the house in quantities that make my husband cry, I was a pretty late starter at the whole reading-independently business (as I explained to my mother whenever she asked, "but why should I learn to read when you read to me so well?"). I did love books though, and would be happily ( Read more... )

Apologies for the continuous radio silence in these here parts. Various things have been going on (overwork and tension mostly) and I have had not the luxury of the computer time (when your boss sits behind you at work it really sabotages one's love affair with the blogging). There's been some sadness, and illness, and dead rodentia in the garden ( Read more... )

While The Sky Above Novi Sad Burns
by Djordje BalasevicLet's not lie, it was not a great bridge ( Read more... )

For tatian and martylog

What It Is

by Eric Freid

It is madness
says reason
It is what it is
Says love

It is unhappiness
says caution
It is nothing but pain
Says fear
It has no future
says insight
It is what it is
says love

It is ridiculous
says pride
It is foolish
says caution
it is impossible
says experience
it is what it is
says love

Owl Song from Eating Fire by Margaret Atwood ( Read more... )