So.  Now I’ve followed in the footsteps of the great and troubled creative minds, taking my turn in preparation for my slowly simmering magnum opus.  And while I flexed the limits of sanity, my little Books corner has sat silent.  Instead, I wrote some very nice poetry and cried during Art Therapy.  And though not every gifted literary soul need suffer the pain of Cognitive Behavioral Therapy and legally-granted chemical happiness, it does add a certain flair to the persona.  As Nat

Feel your tummy.  Give it a good inquisitive assessment.  Can you sense yourself growing fat and happy?  April is reaching the end of its second week, and already we have enjoyed much of the written word’s sweet nectar as National Poetry Month makes its mark amongst Louisville’s literary circles.  Like a rich milk it doth flow, people.  A rich milk.  Take some Tums, drink some water – maybe make plans for a healthy palate cleanser in your horizon – and get ready for another course.  Former Kentucky Poet Laureate, Lee Pennington

There is Science.  That great institution of grand theory and starched collars, stepping boldly with a keen mind and nerdy glasses into the new frontier of the “unknown”.  There is Fiction.  That great and playful deceiver, using lies and mimicry in the name of art to stir our passions and spin our yarns; lives laid bare quite literally before our eyes.  And then there is Science Fiction.  Hmmm….

We talk about poetry a lot.  And this is good.  Good for the heart, mind, soul and cerebral cortex.  Breathe in the sweet aroma of the sonnet.  Quiver in the sinuous tension of terza rima.  Let your inner hippie flow within the cascades of free verse.  Bathe in the rich cords of the ballad.  Let it RAIN purple prose!  Poetry makes us (or, more than likely, just me) heady with some sort of cosmic (but not religious) chemical reaction.  The metaphor, tone and timbre all mixing in a potion like those serotonin and dopamine cocktails that make our br