Welcome are the passionately curious

"There was one Elephant--a new Elephant--an Elephant's Child--who was full of 'satiable curiosity, and that means he asked ever so many questions. And he lived in Africa, and he filled all Africa with his 'satiable curiosities." Rudyard Kipling

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Moving Day

I'm beginning the process of moving all my blogs and jewelry/accessory info to Tumblr. I'm interested in too many things to have a separate blog for each of them. I don't think i'll disable this blog, but there will not be any new poems/analyses posted here. They'll all go onto my Tumblr blog, The Laconic Inkdrop.


Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Blog No. 2 Up and At 'Em

I've got another blog now--Nemesis Watching. I'll still use this blog, but the other site is more for the nitty-gritty, prosy side of life, whereas this one is more for creativity, literature, and art. I'll be writing about unemployment, economic and social ills and issues, and other such topics. Thanks for reading! Love you all near and far!

Friday, May 18, 2012

Zibbet, Get It?

My new shop is at Zibbet.com! The Etsy shop will stay open until May 31 as previously stated. Only the Etsy shop has the 10% off discount, whose code is TTFN31.

Etsy Shop Closing

My Etsy shop will close at MIDNIGHT on May 31. Enter code TTFN31 before then for a 10% discount on ALL items in my store--clearing out the inventory before I head out. "Like" my Facebook page or follow me on Twitter to stay updated on where my online shop will open anew.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Etsy Sale

Local residents aren't the only ones to benefit from my April sale--until the end of April, ALL items in my Etsy store are 10% OFF! Enter coupon code APRIL10 to get 10% off your order! Time's flying, so don't miss out!

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Is It

I’m sensing a stereotype developing

Warriors haunted with PTSD
Strike fear into their charges’ hearts,
As though the shepherds would devour
Their own lambs

I’m driven to ask
If there is not a soldier
Holed up within himself
Now, now that the champagne is quiet
And the confetti lies dead,

Unwilling to crawl out of his skull to so much
As kill a fly,
Staring out of his cells,
Thinking that to unlearn
The war in his hands
And take up gentleness again
Is not an effort more worthy
Than a quick and quiet self-violence
That might come easier than
Flaring out at an oblivious psychological trigger.