From the Archives: Pianoforte

I couldn't find anything from the archives that I felt like posting, so I decided to post this poem which I wrote in high school.

PIANOFORTE

Thy prelude so soft, so gallant, secretes death with light.
Thy harmonious keys dance beneath this silver moon,
And your melodic voice through crisp and jaded nights,
And the bittersweet libretto is freed from your womb.

Thy music enticing unto all heaven’s gateways,
Your euphoric echo flows with ease into my soul.
And remnants of the past leave me with feelings of sate,
And I smile when I think of these stories you told.

Through your bosom you sing our lust for everlasting glee.
I cry not for the time we spent, but for our lost creed.
And as I walk down this trodden path of deity,
I am glad just to be part of nature’s symphony.

Running the Show: an organically grown picture book. (read the comments to follow the rest of the story)

In the happiest valley in the happiest town everyone was happy except Junior, the mayor's son.

Adam Rex is Hilarious

I just ran across this great promotional video for Adam Rex's book, "The True Meaning of Smekday."



Funny stuff. Now I've got one more book for the "must read" pile. Check out more about Smekday here.

New Topic: Brothers

This topic seemed especially appropriate for Brotique. Go Bros.