Submitted by Lori R. Lopez on Wed, 04/30/2014 - 8:22pm
Although I tend to be old-fashioned and behind the times in many ways, whether by choice or budget or for some other reason probably a bit more peculiar, I do on occasion manage to be on time. It is purely by accident most of the time. It’s not as if I have some big or little clock I consult like a crystal ball to guide me. It just sort of happens, as it would happen, and of course I have to make the best of the situation. What choice do I have? So here I am on the four hundred and fiftieth birthday of William Shakespeare (wow, this guy’s old) writing an introduction
Submitted by Lori R. Lopez on Thu, 04/03/2014 - 6:54am
Fishing about in my brainpool for a suitable title and theme of my next poetry column, I hooked a big one. You know the beast, one of those grandiose whoppers that gives birth to legends. Despite the magnitude of its dimensions, it is a little odd as a subject for a group of poems, yet that has never stopped me before. In fact, it only seems to encourage me. And now that I think of it, perhaps it is high time for a column that is rather outlandishly off the track and around the bend. I do love a good venture into the Land Of Odd. Also known as Tinker Town, Bananaspl
Submitted by Lori R. Lopez on Mon, 02/24/2014 - 8:40pm
'Tis that time of year, my dear, when it must be mentioned unmentionable things. You know what I'm talking about . . .
Submitted by Lori R. Lopez on Sun, 02/16/2014 - 3:42am
Two unlucky individuals find themselves trapped in a haunted house, where the spirits are more than restless. They're very disturbed.
Submitted by Lori R. Lopez on Sun, 02/16/2014 - 3:34am
Are dreams fact or fiction? How well do we know what we do as we slumber, when we are most vulnerable? Can we trust our surroundings to be there once we open our eyes? Can we rely on the shadows not to spirit us away? The answers might startle you as the eyelids of possibility are peeled back . . .
Submitted by Lori R. Lopez on Tue, 01/28/2014 - 8:19pm
In life there are periods of calm punctuated by phases of unrest when things become hectic. And then there are times when You-Know-Where breaks loose and we are thrust into a state of absolute havoc. But that isn't what I wish to discuss. It's simply an observation. We all have those sudden cliffhangers when the tension is cranked beyond our limit. When we're dangling by a scrawny filament or skating on a brittle sheet of ice. We may even feel disoriented, like our life is not our life. Picture if you will a cuckoo bird landing on a crab-apple tree, surrounded by g