new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Well, the nights go by, and...You know how it is. No way to compute time properly in sunken worlds.The hours and the minutes... overflowing one's hard-baked klepsydra
Why take owls to Athens and waste precious time when we can slake our thirst closer to home?
Thank you, my friend. I'll hope to see you at the spring catchment, then.
What an honor that would be to have you both as guests of the "Milk and Honey" House!
Well, the nights go by, and...
ReplyDeleteYou know how it is. No way to compute time properly in sunken worlds.
The hours and the minutes... overflowing one's hard-baked klepsydra
Why take owls to Athens and waste precious time when we can slake our thirst closer to home?
ReplyDeleteThank you, my friend. I'll hope to see you at the spring catchment, then.
ReplyDeleteWhat an honor that would be to have you both as guests of the "Milk and Honey" House!
ReplyDelete