Here’s another poem that October reminds me of. I had it filed away as unfinished, with a main section that had extra parts and fragments at the bottom to be filled in, capped off with an ending stanza of where I wanted the poem to go. Looking at it again today, I realized I liked […]
October often makes me think of this. I wrote it a few years ago, and it’s especially appropriate as it’s near the end of the month. I still enjoy it, so I thought I’d do a post for it.
You know, so far as blogs go, this one’s pretty impersonal. It’s mostly guides or funny observations, and only rarely do I scale the soap box (it’s pretty tall, but not quite a high horse) to opine and inflame with a raucous or a rally. But today, I wanted to talk about today.
. Twas the night before Christmas, when here on this blog, Ratchet and Oilslick were wasted on ‘Nog, and Blitzwing was loaded by the chimney with care, out of fear that the Krampus soon would be there.