We’re not making this up.
Illustration above headline by Robert Hooke.
A snake found my watering trough,
and rather than hurry him off
I stood by the brink
and just watched him drink
until he had gotten enough.
Read the original here.
Iambic pentameter revolutionized English poetry. But what if, instead of importing an Italian verse form, Shakespeare had instead looked to the next island to the west?
Guest illustration by Steve Willhite
I realize that what I should be
is ragged claws under the sea:
I can’t get a date
and it’s getting late
and the mermaids aren’t talking to me.
I seem to have eaten the plums
you were saving ’til morningtime comes–
so sweet, and so cold.
So, now that we’re old,
forgive me for acting so dumb?
Art and limerick by David Sklar
I saw my generation’s best minds
gone mad, but still trying to unwind,
and I got so upset
that I’m howling! And yet
I’m not sure what I thought I would find.