Letters from Quotidia

there swimmeth One/Who swam ere rivers were begun,/ Immense, of fishy form and mind,/Squamous, omnipotent, and kind;/And under that Almighty Fin/,The littlest fish may enter in. Rupert Brooke, FishMore

The little man hissed as they left his quota now will be one less The gentle soul he missed today will count against him I would say Among the council of the damned others like that evil man (lyrics from Fete by Quentin Bega)More

August 6. It should never be forgotten. Though, who will tell those psychotic clowns who are threating the use of these obscene devices in Ukraine, Korea and elsewhere? More

Out where the world is in the making,/Where fewer hearts in despair are aching,/That’s where the West begins;/Where there’s more of singing and less of sighing,/Where there’s more of giving and less of buying,/And a man makes friends without half trying,/That’s where the West beginsMore

So Nature deals with us, and takes away/ Our playthings one by one, and by the hand/Leads us to rest so gently, that we go/Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,/Being too full of sleep to understand/How far the unknown transcends the what we know William Wadsworth LongfellowMore