Invitation to Sod a Hobbit House

If I didn't sod
I'd be worse than a cod
I'd be a septically putrefactive dyspeptic
But I shall sod
Till the sun begins to nod
And the bullfrog starts to sing his song eccentric

Luxury

I am a house divided.

divided time, divided heart, divided mind

I house a hundred potentials

a tug and pull of 

left or right

ийшээ тийшээ 

여기 거기 

this tongue 

or that place

that love

or this faith

help myself 

or help everyone else?

In the wake of my disunion

lies a morbid trail

of unfinished, unforgotten pursuits:

ghosts in wooden shoes

trod behind me

clambering for resurgence 

crying for rebirth.

I'm unable to assemble

all the contradictions 

into a Frankenstein 
of human ingenuity.

But if I forsake insanity

and toss them all away

there remains one thing:

to know You,

and in it, measureless gain.

make it your every ambition therefore

to live a quiet life before the Lord.

Carnivorous Hippopotamus

A carnivorous hippopotamus

I hope I never meet one

But if I did

I'd chop off it's head

And I'd be the first to eat one

Ad Pater, 57 Years Old

You are as young as the morning dew
And more sprightly than a thousand Lady Gagas

Let us rejoice while we are young.

Free Write at the Soviet Glory

The card we drew this time as the theme of our writing was "opossum"... paired with "burned telephone."

So proceeds our brilliance:


from Jordan:

from L'Abri:

From Gabe:

 

Mine: 

Modern Times

I see the Moon
and the Moon sees me
God bless the Moon
and God bless me

I pay the man
and the man pays me
God bless the man
and God bless me

writer's block broken

A thought, fleeting and fine, 
can stir the ethos and transform the mind.
There's nothing new under the sun
and you should know straight away
that what you've to say 
has already been said. 
But brilliant and new that thought is again--
once it's got into your head!