
“It’s MILLER Time!”

Semi-random musings, poems, and visual images from the journey


The eyes report a muffled phrase
An upside-down dark masquerade
When faces fall, the colors pave
As remnants of a ghost parade
“I like unagi, except when soggy” — SF
Ogden Nash’s light verse was some of the first poetry I encountered as a kid. My parents had a lovely bound collection of his works that has since been passed on to me. I tended to go for the shorter ones, since I wasn’t much of a reader back then. Here’s the inspiration for my poem above:
“I don’t mind eels, except as meals” — Ogden Nash

