December 2008
Children's Thoughts on Angels
I only know the names of two angels, Hark and Harold. -Gregory, 5
Angels don’t eat, but they drink milk from Holy Cows! -Jack, 6
Angels have a lot to do and they keep very busy. If you lose a tooth, an angel comes in through your window and leaves money under your pillow. Then when it gets cold, angels go south for the winter. -Sara, 6
My guardian angel helps me with math, but...
Life Story by Tennessee Williams
After you’ve been to bed together for the first time, without the advantage or disadvantage of any prior acquaintance, the other party very often says to you, Tell me about yourself, I want to know all about you, what’s your story? And you think maybe they really and truly do sincerely want to know your life story, and so you light up a cigarette and begin to tell it to them, the two...
3 Smart Things About Sleeping Late →
jessicachu:
1 // You may need more sleep than you think. Research by Henry Ford Hospital Sleep Disorders Center found that people who slept eight hours and then claimed they were “well rested” actually performed better and were more alert if they slept another two hours. That figures. Until the invention of the lightbulb (damn you, Edison!), the average person slumbered 10 hours a night.
2 //...
Andy Weaver - A Little Love Poem
Someone who hates scrabble.
Someone who sleeps on her back near an open window in winter, her breath rolling like a river into night.
Someone who wants me to wake her in the morning by reading ee cummings’ love poems, giving a small candle-flicker of a smile just before opening her eyes.
Someone who appreciates the architecture of churches, but refuses to step inside.
Someone who has...
Zombie Haiku
unicornology:
homecoming:
Zombie Haiku by Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that zombie plagued night. And take the shotgun.
Zombie Haiku by Silvia Plath From head to black shoe, daddy, I had to eat you because I’m starving.
Zombie Haiku by Robert Frost Two lobes in the skull. I eat the bloodier one – not much difference.
Zombie Haiku by e.e. cummings if anyone lived in this wretched how...