Here’s a Found Summer Photo I can actually source. I lifted it from a cool as cucumbers tumblr page called My Parents Were Awesome. Sadly, my parents were not awesome–they took us on vacation in October because the crowds were shorter–visiting every restored Colonial Village from Saint Augustine (we had time to tour the fort, but not to actually step on the beach–mom hated sand) to Black Creek Village, Ontario. I’ve seen more women in bonnets demonstrating spinning wheels than I care to admit. Maybe the couple below would adopt me.
I started this blog with the intention of posting old poems, maybe even adding some new poems, but it quickly became fun just to post whatever the hell came to mind whenever the hell I felt like posting–my literary impulses buried by the weight of whimsy. It doesn’t surprise me, alas, that my poetry isn’t burning up the internet goes–in the great Pantheon of Poets, my feet are planted squarely in the muck. Or, as I recently joked to another hobby artist: of all the would-be poets on the internet, I’m confident that I’m on of them.
I don’t think it helped that I posted a bunch before anyone actually started noticing this blog, but the truth is that, according to my statistics, my view drop considerably when there’s a poem on the page–like folks are scared of verse. You’re not scared of a little verse, are you? I considered reblogging some of those old posts, but I think that might be tacky. Instead, I’m just going to throw out links like a Carnival barker.
Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, you won’t believe your eyes…