The Conceit

Here at The Pointed Word…

Poetry on Mondays. As much as I want, so eat it. And if Monday is a holiday, then poetry all week long! Generally, it’ll just happen whenever I like.

Items of literary interest/amusement (to me).

Books I love, that you need not love but may consider. If you’re in the mood for love, that is.

Random personal parts that never add up to a whole.

Oh. And I could get mouthy. Just don’t expect me to write much for an audience. This is more for me than you. A collection of sorts.