Sometimes, simpler is better
We are constantly surrounded by a jillion high-tech gadgets, gizmos, and solutions to every problem. I’m all for it. Really. So long as the solution offered is the best solution available. Yet, sometimes the best solutions are the low-tech, homemade kind which...
Send Us Thine Asteroid, O Lord
Verse OneSend us thine asteroid, O Lord!Thy vengeance be on us outpoured!Engulf the earth in flame and fire.Obliteration we require. Verse TwoJust like you did with dinosaurs:Destroy mankind with meteors!Humanity has run its course;Annihilation we endorse. Verse...
From chaos, order
It’s counterintuitive, or so we’ve been taught. God is a god of structure, of principles, of the laws of nature, the very statutes of which He penned Himself in perpetuity from before the dawn of time. God is a god of order, and naught can or could or...
The Carrots Can Wait: Why I Don’t Save the Best for Last
There is a particular bit of conventional wisdom surrounding food that I have never understood: save the best for last. Why? If there are three things on my plate and I love one of them, tolerate another, and begrudgingly accept the existence of the third, I am eating...
Ep. 87 — Seventeen Syllables of Suffering: The Haiku Scam
Tired of people calling 17 syllables “genius”? So am I.
In this brutally honest, occasionally unhinged episode of Perfectly Poetic, Allen Mowery finally unleashes his pent-up frustration about the most overrated poetic form of all time: the haiku. From childhood worksheet trauma to seasonal name-dropping, syllable policing, AI-generated nonsense, and the myth of Bashō’s frog — no stone (or smooth river pebble) is left unskipped.