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Continue reading “The Iron Claw: Cry Like a Man”“Ever since I was a child, people said my family was cursed. Mom tried to protect us with God. Dad tried to protect us with wrestling. He said if we were the toughest, the strongest, nothing could ever hurt us. I believed him. We all did.”
Kevin Von Erich (in The Iron Claw)
This is a poem written by me, Grant Clover, a beat poet on rare occasion. Without further ado:
Continue reading “This Paper Stage — A Beat Poem”
When you think of wooing, the first thing you may think of is the sound that pigeons make, and I won’t hold that against you. I’ve been there. If pigeons really did say “woo, woo” to every passerby though, I think the world would be a better place. But this is reality.
Continue reading “Wooing Tips That Will Change Your Life (and Someone Else’s)”
You probably saw the trailer and thought, “blue people… again?” You already had The Smurfs, the genie from Aladdin, Jennifer Lawrence in X-Men, Avatar #1, Sulley from Monsters Inc., Onward, Sadness from Inside Out, Paul Giamatti in Big Fat Liar, Sonic, the girl car from Cars, Megamind, Stitch, the blueberry girl from Willy Wonka, and, while not movie-related but impossible to exclude, The Blue Man Group. At this point, being blue is just cliche.
Continue reading “Avatar 2 Review: The Way of Water, Wonder, and Blue People”
I’m dying inside a little more each day. Nobody sees the years in me flaking and peeling off like dead skin from my body. But I’m crumbling. These days I even have to be careful of the wind or I might lose a decade.
It’s always a good idea to look into anything that inspires a man, especially one with a voice so deep that it could hollow out a subterranean cavern, to prance in circles in the snow and sing about reindeer with colored noses. This should be obvious. But it isn’t.
Continue reading “Controversial Christmas Songs You Didn’t Know Were Controversial”
In this time of skyrocketing stress levels, in this time when counting sheep is politically incorrect, there is a chaos harbored in even the most serene monk, waiting to erupt. And, for some others less monk-ish, it is already erupting.
Continue reading “A Holy And Amusing Misguided Guided Meditation”
The explanation was simple, her thoughts brought her outside. They were little nothings, bits of cotton, rolling into snowballs of increasingly hollow design — a faux psychology. Full of manys and nones. Lopsided smiles, last-minute errands.
Continue reading “a scene with birds — a short story”
Continue reading “Pick Up Lines To Change Your Life (And Someone Else’s)”“Love is the magic potion that brings us all together and turns us into bloodthirsty toads wanting nothing more than a purpose involving snatching flies.” — Me
