The seasons are changing here, from the autumnal fall to the arctic-like winter months, and with that so is this site. As we here are still apprenticing to become a drupal wizards, the site has suffered and exhibited signs of a lacklusterism and in need of redesign and more / improved content. After all, what is this site but a collection of somewhat anonymous writings gathered over the years from around the Internet, so they could finally have a place of their own (again) to lay their head at night.
Authors intro: Please don't read this review if you are concerned with spoilers, as this review is more of a recounting of the story and contains plently of information about the book that could ruin it for you. Having said that, please do read the review if you are curious about reading the book or have already read it. At risk of defeating myself from the very beginning, I will also add that this is not my best writing.
The story of a month told through the form of haiku.
Some years ago, a challenge of writing everyday was made.
Below are the results from one such participant,
writing haikus, about nothing and
everything in general for one month.
Some parts have been redacted for privacy (locations, names, etc.).
* October 1st
october is here
let us rage all night and day
till november rain
* October 2nd
fall saturday night
sunny outside with leafs delight
coffee at the ____
Jorge Luís Borges, an Argentinean writer who is well known for his many short stories, some of which discuss such fantastic themes like dreams, libraries, labyrinths, god, and the less fantastic –see also, more real – like los gauchos (imagine Argentinean cowboys) and tigers.