a sonnet and an icon....

the sonnet:

Once dreaming in my sleep I thought I saw
A glimpse of somewhere else, of different lands
A world where magic lives and nature’s law
Is called to serve great mages’ mighty hands;
Where ‘here be dragons’ on a map is true,
And stories of the unicorns no lie;
Where pirate ships roam tossing seas of blue,
And stranger things than airplanes seek the sky.
I knew ‘twas all a dream when I awoke
To plain white walls, to homework and to school:
No dragons here, no magic-wielding folk—
And none are spoke of, lest I seem a fool.
But I have a pen, and I can write:
And in my stories, magic’s still in sight.

(From, perhaps appropriately, last Valentine's day.)


the icon:

For countcomfect for "history." I'm rather fond of this one. Happy back-to-Harvard, Philip...



Anyone else want icons? They make me happy to make, so. The crazier the better, too. (Claire, I got the picture, yours is on the way.)



And I have a chocolate chip cookie. And it is good. (Mmm. Breaking news.)

Bloody Mary and Miami Myths...

Read this article: it's incredible. And really, really fascinating. It brings back my wacko desire to be a folklorist, which was more or less squashed out of me by everyone telling me there are no uncollected myths left--well, hah, I say, look at this. It's amazing, and bizarre, and scary.

Myths Over Miami