Nat’l Bad Poetry Day, or: Bashō’s Ballad of Smelly Whey

A limerick In honor of National Bad Poetry Day (August 18th) Bashō tried his hand at one Western ballad, Though the sheer effort left him quite pallid. Writing out complex plot Left him tied up in knots, Stomach churning at his chunky word salad. A thank you A great thank you goes out to Britta,… Continue reading Nat’l Bad Poetry Day, or: Bashō’s Ballad of Smelly Whey

The journey itself is home…

Home is the nicest word there is.-Laura Ingalls Wilder (1867 – 1957) The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.-Maya Angelou (1928 – 2014) One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for… Continue reading The journey itself is home…