Garten literarischer Wirrungen / Garden of Literary Confusion

In my backyard I found a tart. Says Jay, “Pray tell, you might as well, what will you do with it?” “Whip cream, you nit, put it on ...

Another big dream gone up into thin air. – Iself (© 2010) Written and posted for Sunday Scribblings and Big Dreams . I hate to admit it...

When pigs cease to fly it’s time to say good-bye. I’ve had enough of you and all the times I’d woo you with four leaves of clover. Se...

Between the greatest galaxy and the smallest sigh the most important sound is the voice of you or I. – Deirdre LaPenna (© 2010) Poste...

Please, oh please let me have a crumb of cheese. Not in my house, said the mouse. – Felix Morgenstern (© 2009) Written for Sunday Sc...

I quit for abundance of wit And you quit because you are a nit So there! – Felix Morgenstern For Sunday Scribblings .

Passion to last from here to eternity Momentarily lacking the necessary inspiration to write something myself for Sunday Scribblings ' ...

Triadic Memories by Morton Feldman, played by Roger Woodward to abstract expressionist art and French and English spoken gibberish. Ouw-...