Poem of the Day 2/5/20
Under the kids chatter The refridgerator hums, A grey, blue morning
Author: E.H. Decker
E.H. Decker is the name of a pen, like Mark Twain, not A.T. Cross. Said pen belongs to a father of two writing between jobs on movies, parenting and obsessing over movies, tv, music, wine and words. Comments here are encouraged so long as you can be respectful to others and you have actually taken the time to read what you're commenting on.
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Docks, empty in winter Sway gently with the incoming tide Awaiting summer
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Inside, a guitar plays Soft, delicate strings of notes Outside, the wind cries
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Poem of the Day 1/7/20
If only Auden was right And the years would run like rabbits Jolting swiftly, but Then stopping, suddenly, Taking care to observe, Long ears attending every sound, Wide eyes taking in, All the lies around them, Waiting, Until disturbance forces them To finally move on. Instead, they run like Caribou Chased by Artic wolves Ever… Read More Poem of the Day 1/7/20
Poem of the Day 1/6/20
Like Miles (almost, maybe) said, “Don’t play the Butter Notes!” Play the But her Toes!, Play the Hubbert Tones, Play Stutter Foes, Play the Muttered Throws, Play Rudder Woes, Play Rubber Soul, But don’t play the Butter Notes. Play one long single note and leave stage- We paid to watch you think. We paid for… Read More Poem of the Day 1/6/20
My Favorite Player on Each NBA Team: Eastern Conference
With the NBA season about to start, I decided to go through each team and pick my favorite player, the player I want to see most on each team. It is a silly, pointless exercise. So, naturally, it had to be done. Boston Celtics As a Celtics fan, I love all my team’s players. As… Read More My Favorite Player on Each NBA Team: Eastern Conference
