Dweller on the Threshold

I’m a snob. I’m pretentious. I like quality things–like wine and scotch and coffee. I read poetry, out loud even, and I enjoy it. I write poetry. Not the kind you’d find in Reader’s Digest or the inside of a greeting card, but the kind nobody buys books of at Borders.

I listen to old style jazz and blues, Nat King Cole, and the Drifters. I can thank my father for that. I listen to Elvis Presley, Bobby Darin, and Jerry Lee Lewis. I can thank my mother for that. I listen to Journey, REO Speedwagon, and Styx. I’ve got nobody to thank for that.

I believe there is more to life than going to work, shopping for groceries, and mowing the lawn. And that’s what this blog is about: the truly important stuff–the stuff that gets me through going to work, and shopping for groceries, and mowing the lawn. There will be poetry here, both mine and the works of others that move me. There will be scotch of the single malt variety, and coffee that I roasted myself in my own backyard, and beer that I brewed myself in my own kitchen, and anything else that I think makes this world a little more interesting, a little more bearable, a little more worth living in.