I’ve no idea how long this Monday Meme thing will go on–those that fix a permanent enough grin on my face that they deserve being immortalized on some gilded Old Road Apples are rare indeed, so enjoy it while you can. I’ll do my best to keep ’em coming–which largely means staring at facebook a couple of times a week to see what people are nailing to the board. This one’s been tickling my fancy.
Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels, growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.View Archive →