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Category Archives: poetry

life in the woods

“Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion. What a man thinks of himself, that is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate.”                                                         […]

this day

“This day is a day where I will calmly be myself.” -Ryan Adams

the odd couple

thanks ralph

“A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds . . . . With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson

haiku pickup lines

complements of one mr. joshua blankenship. thank you friend, this brightened my day.

dream deferred

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore– And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over– like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? –Langston Hughes


A dear friend recited this poem at lunch the other day. Poetry and lunch are not usually something that go together in my world, so it was a little breath-taking to have them merge in such a seamless way. It was a very precious moment and I hope I remember it for a very long […]