Wednesday, January 19, 2011


Happy Birthday, Edgar Allan Poe!

In your honor, I post what I had deleted:

I want to hug the Trees. Not a tree. The Trees that gave me Jane Austen.

I want to kiss the ink-smeared blotter of Bronte. Which sister? Pick one.

I want to hold hands with the clock that ticked out the time while Leroux penned "Phantom."

I want to tongue the pen that gave me the Pit and the Pendulum.

If this makes me creepy, I'm proud. Thank you, Edgar!


  1. LOL! I loved this when I first saw it, and even more now. The first two lines are pure bibliophilia, I don't know how I missed that last line the first time though. As creepy as it might be, it's also strangely fitting for dear Edgar.

    My hunny plays some football game on the Xbox, and he picked the Ravens for his team. We joke that every time the opposing team scores, the crowd should crow, "Nevermore!"

  2. Thanks, Kim! :-D

    ROFL! Now THAT is funny! :-P

  3. Loved this! One can never keep too many forests between the pages of a book. O:)