Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I have a shadow, created by no form of mine. It follows me everywhere, but always arrives first, and lingers long after I’m gone. The more light I shine on it, the stronger it gets. So I hide it among my other shadows, in hopes that one day, it will […]
Category: Just Shelley
When useful talk fails
I re-read my last post and wasn’t overly happy with it. I think I missed the points I wanted to make, or I should say buried them. However, it might have some use as a unifying document – either all sides will hate it or they’ll all be equally confused about what I’m trying to […]
Long Week
Too hot tonight. My bedroom’s under the attic and once the heat soaks in, it wants to linger awhile. However, as warm as it is, it’s way too early for the air conditioner. I obliquely (there’s that word again) mentioned a job interview and contract offer this last week. I haven’t said yay or nay […]
Someone to watch over me
There’s a somebody I’m longing to see I hope that he turns out to be Someone who’ll watch over me I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood I know I could always be good to One who’ll watch over me. Although he may not be the man some Girls think of as handsome […]
Obliquely yours
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I was tempted into intruding in a discussion I read about at Steve Himmer’s, about Weblog as Literature. Or should I say weblogging as small “l” literature. This is a topic of particular interest to me lately, especially after pulling Paths: The Book of Colors. However, it’s also too rich for […]
