The Millennial Pedestrian

Dry Spell
Sometimes nothing happens. The brain lies there on the rug and refuses to take a walk.
Part of writing is just waiting. And hoping. Hoping some kind of nourishment will fall from the sky in the form of inspiration, like a dog looking down at the kitchen floor hoping a chunk […]

“Naming of Parts” by Henry Reed
A couple of days ago a friend happened to mention this poem and I immediately decided to post it. Many of you may be familiar with it already but if you’re not, now would be a good time. Reed’s poem is set in a British Army basic training classroom […]