doing strange things in the name of art since 1991
Irish Sailor By Xanthe Well, I’m just a sailor, don’t you know, Gotta make it in before the snow. I see land out there, but I’m not sure how far,
By Xanthe 3 months ago in Critique
Chicago — My Chosen Home Chicago is the Second City, but second to none. It’s a city rooted in reality — strong, unyielding, and alive.
By Xanthe 3 months ago in Poets
Ghost in the Machine There’s a ghost in the machine, and it’s haunting me, I’ve lost control—I don’t know if I can see.
I’ll be awake in the moonlight, Awake in your dreams, My loving kiss will follow— Forever, you and me. I’ll be asleep when you’re tired,
The World Is Afire The world is afire — the dust will settle slow, and we will all transpire into the dawn’s new glow.
Goin’ down the Road (Chicago Sunrise) by Xanthe I’m goin’ down the road Got a bottle in my hand Yeah, I’m goin’ down the road
Dog Man I’ve been living like a dog, man—a dog, man, a dog, I’ve been living like a dog, man, a dog. Time now’s closer than the day I first arrived.
Lord Blueberry Pancakes was a large British Blue cat — his fur thick, tight, and undeniably blue. He lived in England, upon his own land, in his family’s grand house — all proudly bearing the Pancakes name. He was the Fifth Earl of Pancakes.
By Xanthe 3 months ago in Fiction
