Caligula's Launderette

This is an attempt at poetry in motion. oo8 apr. the white moth. the white obsession of many crinkled love-fooled antennae battered the beating of the light and lullabies.

The line breaks in this are starting to annoy me. Oh well. oo7 apr. je année une unicorn.* I was born a unicorn—the horn of the zodiac braced around my ...

I am still unable to log into the chat. When I try to log in, it tells me my user name does not exist.

This short story is part of my 2010 NaNoWriMo universe. This is being posted because of the lovely prompting by Snoink and GryphonFledgling . All comments and such are welcome. ...

oo6 apr. bait and fish. a fisher queen with eyes of green pierced the hook with a worm and let her feet hang over the bridge. I watch her from ...

Once again trying out different languages in poetry. My italian is not too good, so scusi . Also, the italian title of the poem translates to: three-dog lovejoy . oo5 ...

so I wrote a poem in Latin. Following it, in the spoiler, is a trot of the poem in English. oo4 apr. votum centurionis enim suum reginam. ne rex quidem ...

YAY! I feel loved. :D

I am so far behind in posting my poems for this year. By the by, is anyone reading this thread? :P

oo3 apr. intelligensia guard yourselves well, oh intelligent ones. hide yourselves in between the pages of french grammar and english syntax a double dilemma—of this—and that—. i’ve hidden you

It would be either Ozymandias by PB Shelley or Aedh Wishes For The Clothes Of Heaven by W.B. Yeats.

So this is a huge scene from my NaNoWriMo: Hearts of Oak . I decided to put this in the short stories section instead of creating a Novel thingie for ...

oo2 apr. Отцы и дети ( Otcy i Deti ) (deti.) (Yevgeny Vasil'evich Bazarov.) all you care about is stoff und kraft —matter and force. no authority can sway you, ...

oo1 apr. Отцы и дети (Otcy i Deti) (otcy.) (Pavel Petrovich Kirsanov.) he makes you squint your eyes and bark in ways that torts your voice to some foreign tongue. ...

NATIONAL POETRY MONTH IN STYLE Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket. - Charles Simic It took me awhile to remember to post things. This ...