September 22: In Which I Am Self-Deprecating and Meta

When so much happens in a single day That fourteen lines cannot contain it all, I must cut ruthlessly joy and dismay That seems on recollection more banal Than simple pleasures, grumpy anecdotes, From which my pithy aphorisms spring; Fun to extemporaneously quote, Thus needful, therefore to those words I cling. But my desire to … Continue reading September 22: In Which I Am Self-Deprecating and Meta