So, it just occured to me after all of this time that, while my journal is friends only, I have never taken the time to note this on the page. So, if you would like to "friend" me and have me "friend" you in return, please just post a comment here and I will try to be accomodating. No promises, but generally, unless I already have a restraining ( Read more... )

THIS is the end of all, and yet I strive
To fight for nothing, having nothing kept
Of loveliness that saved myself alive
Before this killing distillation crept.
Numbing my limbs, and stiffening my tongue
To clay, less vital than the salted thorn
Whereon a tyrant's banneret is hung
As scarecrow for a harvesting still-born:
And I am ( Read more... )

A friend suggested that I do another voice post, and since I have been on a poetry kick of late, a poem seemed the best choice. Although, Peanuts did suggest I read some really bad fanfic porn, just for laughs. We shall see.

This is one of my favorite Billy Collins poems, "The Art of Drowning", read below.

The Art Of DrowningI wonder how it all ( Read more... )