Poetry for the Modern Age Lover
Aka “I Couldn’t Remember What Title I Put on the Cover and I Was Too Lazy to Look.” (h/t P.J.)
Timintootal is the third biggest town in the Southwest of Caledonia and until nineteen-sixty-four it was open farmland surrounding an ancient village on the road north between Knapsdaile and Glenfinnan, Caledonia’s biggest city.
After many years of spectacular growth, what was once quite the mouthful for its many visitors to say it was shortened, by the local inhabitants, to simply Timintootal and it’s in this colourful part of Caledonia that the story begins.
To reiterate, the description doesn’t actually get as far as telling us anything about the story itself.
Wind Devouring The World: Volume 1
When you’ve written a 500-page novel, but the perfect cover art only comes in thumbnail size…
Life after BREXIT: A selection of Poetry post referendum in the United Kingdom
Sometimes you just gotta versify about current events, y’know? (h/t P.J.)
The G.O.A.T. Samples: Roots of Hip Hop Music
Remember when we thought that Motorola flip phones had such awesome cameras?
You had my attention. You lost it again. (h/t P.J.)
Aurorastar Sparkles, the young colourful sparkle bird stretched, yawned more than she really needed to and then coughed three times to clear her throat and when she was ready she said, ‘…….’ nothing because it was nothing that came out, so she tried again, and again and still nothing came out.
‘My goodness,’ she said, ‘now what will I do because all colourful sparkle birds are supposed to be able to say twisty-two first thing in the morning, aren’t they?’
‘Aren’t they?’ she repeated but there wasn’t anyone there to answer her question and there should have been so, where were they?
Leave the reader with a question. Don’t leave the reader questioning your sanity.