There’s a story that always bothers me.
I don’t even need to open a book to read it. You can see it in every Jimmy John’s sandwich shop, hanging on the wall.
It’s called How Much is Enough? Continue reading
There’s a story that always bothers me.
I don’t even need to open a book to read it. You can see it in every Jimmy John’s sandwich shop, hanging on the wall.
It’s called How Much is Enough? Continue reading
O! beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
the meat it feeds on
That little piece of Shakespeare, spoken by Iago in Othello, is the origin of the phrase ‘green with envy.’ It is believed that Shakespeare is describing the green eyes of a black cat to make his metaphor.
Comparing envy to an animal is a particularly clever. It seems beyond our control. Someone has something, knows something, or does something you cannot. And you want. Continue reading
There are nineteen poems that never existed
Nor will they ever exist
They are locked between pages
In a library of never were
Shelved with forgotten thoughts
You can shout silently all you like
But you’ll never read them
Of course, you know this
And you ache anyway.