We caved:
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Love,
The Editors
The Wand'ring Musician of UMD
by Clark Kent Jr.
for my son Jason
The boy who wanders in the quad
playing his accordion
brings laughter to his fellow men -
it's how they're rewarding him -
and longing looks from fetching gals,
but he has no interest.
He plays only for his Muse,
his mother, now in Budapest,
a traveling minstrel on a quest
to save the squeezebox sounds from death
and bring back love for the wheezing tune.
Through their bellows, they share one breath.
for my son Jason
The boy who wanders in the quad
playing his accordion
brings laughter to his fellow men -
it's how they're rewarding him -
and longing looks from fetching gals,
but he has no interest.
He plays only for his Muse,
his mother, now in Budapest,
a traveling minstrel on a quest
to save the squeezebox sounds from death
and bring back love for the wheezing tune.
Through their bellows, they share one breath.
Wickidickia
by Sinclair Arnold
When an old guy who was famous, in his time and place, showed up as having “no date of death” on wikipedia, that’s when I began to worry.
Did he die? Or was he roaming around our modern world, without tether and most certainly afraid? I am inclined to the think the latter is so.
I’m not going to find him. I know that much is true, because I refuse to look. I’ll continue to google his name and maybe some verification of his death will find its way to me. When that happens, rest assured, I will update his wikipedia page.
Did he die? Or was he roaming around our modern world, without tether and most certainly afraid? I am inclined to the think the latter is so.
I’m not going to find him. I know that much is true, because I refuse to look. I’ll continue to google his name and maybe some verification of his death will find its way to me. When that happens, rest assured, I will update his wikipedia page.
That's called "End Date"
Gangsta in King Arthur's Court
by Mao Zhe Bong
Merlin: Aw, shit, brother! Pull that shit out of that big-ass rock! Yank that chain like you own it, for shizzle!
(Arthur lets go of the sword and turns around his flat-brimmed Yankee's hat. He spits on his hands and rubs them together, before reaching back to the sword. Sir Pimp-a-lot and his crew are jeering and throwing up 'signs'.)
Sir Pimps-a-lot: Yeah, that's how Gwendolyn was handling my sword last night! (Gwendolyn shoves Sir P, his crew 'high-fives') Why don't you go back to the stables and shovel some more manure, farm boy?
Merlin: Aw, shit, brother! Pull that shit out of that big-ass rock! Yank that chain like you own it, for shizzle!
(Arthur lets go of the sword and turns around his flat-brimmed Yankee's hat. He spits on his hands and rubs them together, before reaching back to the sword. Sir Pimp-a-lot and his crew are jeering and throwing up 'signs'.)
Sir Pimps-a-lot: Yeah, that's how Gwendolyn was handling my sword last night! (Gwendolyn shoves Sir P, his crew 'high-fives') Why don't you go back to the stables and shovel some more manure, farm boy?
Love Letter From the Lightbulb
Tagz:
happy dog mom litjournal
by Terd Macchio
Michael Ironside!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
is my favorite Transformer
Catapulting electricity
through conductors
through coils
through me.
Turning,
Me.
on.
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