Musings #1
If a conversation is like a room, and you fill it with you own furniture, how can anyone else get it to visit? Much less move in? Photo credit to- http://www.athensinfoguide.com/photoalbum/monastiraki/images/010_jpg.jpg Read More →
A New Voice
Greetings. I am not Promise. I don’t mean this in some vague, existential way. I am a completely different person. My name is Costello. Promise is stepping away from MLP for a little while, and in the interim she has allowed me to put a few drops in The Pail. I am half of the Information Booth, with Promise. Also, a friend of ours decided... [Read more...]
Why Promise?
Haven’t you ever asked yourself, in the last six months, Why Promise? I do know some of you personally, so perhaps you already know the tale. Others I have never met or spoken with. So for the sake of simplicity, I will act as though we all just met in the Sunday morning reading room at the local library, and it’s story time. It all started... [Read more...]
Promises’ poems
It was real masquerade, it was a real cover up make up pulling up drop me down of standing in the bathroom tub full of water incensed and curled up sleeping he’s saying I love him on his way out the door clicks but I heard him pause in the hall I heard him rattle his keys in his hand like he might come back inside Like he doesn’t really have to... [Read more...]
Post-Burning Man Report-The Redhead Review
Like many, many before me, and many, many after me, I will now break down one redhead’s adventure of camping alone, in the desert. If you are not interested/may be offended/don’t have the time, skip now, and come back later. If you have a passing interest, nay, a pea pod, stick around, and I’ll make it worth your while. Warning off*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Timing,... [Read more...]
