Birth of the White Buffalo The bell hanging from the handle of the door... Conners Ghostly Summer Conner awoke to the sunlight streaming in through...

Sometimes I Wish Go back to the story Comment in question Posted by Tarhead Mugwump 03-26-2008 04:27,   That was great and sad.... I always like it when poetry that does not exactly rhyme just comes together based on rythm and some intangible quality that makes it click as poetry. Takes gut instinct to do that, while people like me count syllables!    Great shit!  (this was George )   » Report this comment to administrator »    1 replies Posted by Sad Sara 03-26-2008 22:04,   Yer count syllables? What a dork, I don' know what me brother Katie ever saw in yer.    Hehe    Poetry's an art that is versified, not an equation to be formulated.    Katie'll show yer a Poetic thing or two, he writes lovely. hehe    Oh, well yer already know that though.    Huh, Sleepy Angel?    Ding, fries are done...   » Report this comment to administrator