Talking of cake; have I bitten off more than I can chew by not only giving out such thoughtful, valuable advice, but also in the form of poetry too? You be the judge: Continue reading
About words, well, one word in particular.
There’s something that really bugs me about To Do lists. Once it was only a mild irritation. Then one day in a meeting the person sitting next to me not only did it, but kept running their pen over the words again and again to the point I’m sure it would’ve been ad infinitum if the meeting hadn’t ended.
Now just the thought of it drives me insane with a pure rage and utter fury, that much like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon, has manifested as the beautiful verse below:
A poem about Hollywood and the events recently in the spotlight there. Events present from its conception. Events present every and any where else too. Even way back before anyone ever knew films could be made or that there’d be a whole town dedicated to doing so when they could. Continue reading
Facebook is a Flipping Pest.
Anytime I check my page, it bugs me to post something without the slightest care, concern or regard for whether I actually have anything worth saying. Continue reading