Fish Guts

Otherwise known as all that stuff that wasn't perfect and therefore qualified to be part of the Great American Novel. Karen H. says it all and well - I believe this to be the summary/cleaned up version of a post about fish guts on Jenny's Cherry Writers list, of which I have been a silent and non-contributing member for a while (about to change whoa nelly).

Quotey Goodness

I really gotta go rent Babylon 5. From Joe Straczynski, creator of Babylon 5:

"Basically, I have this theory that there are five kinds of truth. (This is Joe's Theory of the Five Truths.) There is the truth you tell to casual strangers and acquaintances. There is the truth you tell to your general circle of friends and family members. There is the truth you tell to only one or two people in your entire life. There is the truth you tell to yourself. And finally, there is the truth that you do not admit even to yourself. And it's that fifth truth that provides some of the most interesting drama....."

My New Favorite Place For Writing Prompts

Overheard In New York - this is all gonna get into this year's NanoNovel. Waste not, want not.

Poemish

Superstition Springs

Come on down to Superstition Springs
where the hills are flat
and the caged bird sings
Where the water is bitter
and the tide is high
Love is long gone
and so was I

Come on down to Superstition Springs
Where sweet honey in the rock
is a sign of bigger things
Where sulphur bubbles madly
and babies get burned
Where memories really haunt you
and the tables never turn

Come on down to Superstition Springs
Bend low and drink
cast off your wedding rings
Because the air hurts to breathe
and everything's a lie
The truth will out
lo bye and bye

Come on down to Superstition Springs
Where tears form a mask
so blinding tight it clings
Where salt stone slices flesh
all shimmering and white
Where tenderness is lost
and darkness eats the light

Come on down to Superstition Springs
Bathe your body in the pain
let your spirit find its wings
May the bitterness of sorrow
release you and and you'll see
Lie down beneath the river
let your heart there wander free

Come on down to Superstition Springs
Where redemption may be found
in the smallness of things
Where salvation beyond hope
and thought beyond reason
are a teaspoon's measure
'gainst the turning of the season

Come on down to Superstition Springs
Where the hills rise deep
and the air hotly sings
Where the water darkens sweet
and the tide calls you friend
Empty is the river
and peaceful is the end.