The Kiss of Love |
Preamble: This is the work of a drinking buddy of mine. He's an old barfly. He's recited this poem to me at the Backstage several times. I had him transcribe this for me today at the...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Jul 2006 17:26:00 GMT |
Riptide |
Thunder struck!Darkness.The tang of salt in his mouth.The current dragged & twisted.Froth bloomed from his lips.Flailing panic.Heart Racing.He fought for moments.Struck at the grip of nothing.He stopp...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Mar 2006 04:16:00 GMT |
Fuck'n Amen! |
This is Steven Pressfield, author & amateur classicist, answering a question. I'm sharing it with you, because when I read these words, the root of my soul vibrates. It stamps it's hooves, flexes it's...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Mar 2006 18:50:00 GMT |
Vodka |
How does one learn innocence? How does one teach ingorance? For to be them is to know them not. And yet they are the immovable point from which the compass of life swings, the measure of all crime and...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 02:43:00 GMT |
Conquering the West |
"I fear," said Billy Dixon, half humorously," that the conquest of the South-West was due more to love of adventure than to any wish that cities should arise in the desert, or that the highways of civ...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 22:03:00 GMT |
What presently consumes my thoughts. |
Because he says it better:"For whatever reason, there's an eerie sense of beauty to be found in recognizing our frailty as solitary human beings -- a beauty I've always associated with awe.""What does...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 00:28:00 GMT |
