Happy Know Year

Begin how you mean to go on, Take up your weapon of choice, Fill you heart with joy, Summon all your powers, And show the world what you’ve got.

Story for a Sunday: Tangled Up in Some Sort of Cerulean Hue

Bob Dylan: Nobel Prize Winner — bet you didn’t have a fiver on him. Nine years ago I had this tale published in the tiny lit journal Ephemera. Did anyone notice it was a bunch of Dylan lyrics somewhat altered mashed up with a little Marlowe? No, probably not. But it amused me. I have…