-Okie from Berkley-

Edward Hoagland. Michael Moore.
Howard Zinn. Utah Philips.
And the ladies: (but don’t call them that)
Emily Saliers. Cheri Register.
Patti Smith. Barbara Ehrenreich.

Just a few of the pastoral-urbanite social prelates.
Eumenides. (Kindly Ones)
As extraneous as commentary itself.
But this is too heady.
Some tap water, if you please…
Hmmm. Can't hardly taste the fluoride.

-Airy Scribes-

Titillating.
Figs, Fruit, and Focacia bread
"O"
This is all it takes for my scribes to abandon one quill for another, and foul the manuscript. Put it down. (Say it in Capitals)
PUT IT DOWN.

I realize it is hard for them. Once I have finished dictating this posting, I will attempt to find the best pot of ink for their feathers to tickle. If nothing else, it will give me the peace of a dry biography.

Until then, I expect every last monkey among them to hold their peace.
STOP!

-Druid Diva Breeds Heir-

With the title of mother under her girdle, Sarah McLachlan holds an advantage over the other vocalists in her coterie. Singers Lorena McKennit, Sarah Brightman and Enya can expect to feel the pinch every time McLachlan's daughter catches someone's smallest finger in her tiny, cute hands. Motherhood, combined with the niche staples of loam-earth forests, chilly forgotten creeks, and thatched hamlets should dominate the direction of the Druid Diva subject matter for some time to come.
- Creative Advice: supplant McLachlan's source of inspiration by producing and losing an infant in a peat-bog.

Now, if only the child had furry feet...