Poem of the Day: Dulce et Decorum Est
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; ... .. read more..
Poem of the Day: The Death of Elvis
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
This lip, too, used to curl a little easier, and we, all of us, must enter our Vegas years. Blessed the pacemakers, blessed the painkillers, blessed our famed quiffs grown flyaway, grown thin, the gray starting to sprout under the dye. So much to hide beneath the spit and mascara. So much to powd... .. read more..