What Eldritch, Poofy Horror Is This?

Now this is both fuuny and very disturbing. Who knew the elder gods loved showtunes?

National Poetry Month

Like Hilzoy says it's National Poetry Month. So as to avoid doing any real blogging, here's a poem.

In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

    -- Ezra Pound

Welcome

We'll see how this blogging thing goes. Below are some old posts from my Diaryland site.