Projects popping: McGarvey’s Lie, Pennisi’s Outline, my own work of Lockdown prayers and humble poems. All this, after the covenant book; and then Decisions, and Purposes, too, and umpteenth commentary try. From this or that, sown here and there, Perhaps a seed may sprout and grow — Want to buy and read one?
Tiresome reading rants and raves Of people I don’t know; People bellowing from their caves, And others eating crow. So why not stay within my lair, Alone, with none to bother? I’d much prefer not having to hear My own despairing blather.
Pay no mind to authors and titles, The text itself contains the vitals, ‘Tis not who says it, nor what it’s called, But plainest words, naked and bald.