a poem is a sermon
I hate a Roman named Status Quo!, He said to me. Fill your eyes with wonder, He said, live as if you’d drop dead In ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream Made or paid for in a factory. Ask no questions, Ask for no security, There never was such an […]
A recent discussion in a friend’s journal made me think of a poem I wrote a few years back in response to a thread on a pagan discussion board related to “why doesn’t someone teach me NOW what I want to know” posted by some Veruca Silverwing Salt young newbie. As far as “Pagan community” […]