Poem of the Day 9/18/20
The calla lilies Like Champagne flutes of velvet Rest in their glass vase
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.
Poem of the Day 9/17/20
In the evening haze, The sun glows orange, hanging Over the outfield fence
Poem of the Day 9/16/20
Driving past strip malls, After the morning rush hour, Windows down- a cool breeze
NBA Playoffs: Was That Just the Celtics Own “Confetti Game”
Yesterday, the Boston Celtics lost to the Toronto Raptors in Game 3 of NBA East Conference Semi-Finals in one most heartbreaking finishes I have ever witnessed. After a brilliant play by Kemba Walker to give the Celtics a two-point advantage with 0.5 seconds remaining, Raptor’s point guard, Kyle Lowery managed to find OG Anunoby in… Read More NBA Playoffs: Was That Just the Celtics Own “Confetti Game”
Poem of the Day 9/4/20
Your quiet breathing Is the only sound I hear As I lie awake
Poem of the Day 9/3/20
Under the tower lights kids scattered over the ball field- An emerald of grass
Poem of the Day 9/2/20
Soft rain on my feet A steel grey sky wraps the morning Like a cool blanket
Diary of A Bad Guitar Player: Playing in the Band
I never had a band, exactly. When I first started playing guitar, I played with anyone I could find to play with. This was mostly just jamming- though calling it “jamming” is probably generous. After a while, my cousin and I joined forces with a drummer and tried to start a band. We called it… Read More Diary of A Bad Guitar Player: Playing in the Band
Poem of the Day 8/31/20
Breathing, slow and deep Before the hectic day begins Clearing away thoughts
Poem of the Day 8/28/20
Torrents of rain fall Filling the night with their sound As I lay, holding you
