Big Bang Baby

So turn it up and burn it
There's a hole in your head
There's a hole in your head
Where the birds can't sing along

(from Big Bang Baby, Stone Temple Pilots)

Hope is

I've been working on some new poems for the last few days, but as I understand it, I can't self-publish things here and then go on to submit them to literary journals since they generally need to be previously unpublished.

Since I have poems on the mind, though, I thought I would share a poem by someone else that appeals to me. By Emily Dickinson:

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"Hope" is the thing with feathers--
That perches in the soul--
And sings the tune without the words--
And never stops--at all--

And sweetest--in the Gale--is heard--
And sore must be the storm--
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm--

I've heard it in the chillest land--
And on the strangest Sea--
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb--of Me.

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This isn't quite the photo I was looking for, but it's the same girl and same tattoo:



And then I found this very cool photo:


Both from sebastian's belle.

And while looking for the photo I wanted, I found this perplexing character. Giant blue bird on chest... lol.


From vincent swain.

A bit behind

I haven't forgotten about this space, I've just been on mental vacation for a week or so and I'm a bit behind.

I submitted to a literary contest today. Exciting!