Month: September 2015



Poetry 101 Rehab: Exposition

There was a Scotsman at EXPO Who was eating pasta and pesto But there was a wind Which lifted the kilt Of the cheeky Scotsman at EXPO   In response […]

In a Morbid Vein: About Undertakers

Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain. –John Keats Like John Keats, I’ve been thinking about ceasing and expiring a […]

Poetry 101 Rehab: Reflection

To reflect Is to dis connect The shadow From the substance   In response to Andy Townend’s Poetry 101 Rehab.


Ella is doing what she does best. You guessed it: sleep.