LibriVox volunteers bring you 11 recordings of Inscription for an Old Bed by William Morris (1834-1896). This was the Weekly Poetry project for June 20th – June 27th, 2010.
Monthly Archives: June 2010
The Gates notes; chapters 14 to 15

Chapter 14; In Which We Learn That It Is Sometimes Wise to Be Afraid of the Dark
O.o
Ominous title.
The chapter doesn’t start very well for either Samuel or his mom. The dad wants a divorce and his beloved car. And he doesn’t believe his son about the gates.
The conversation between mom and dad doesn’t spark the important previous conversation with not-Mrs. Abernathy, so Mrs. Johnson (what is her first name?!) still hasn’t recalled the sense of danger associated with the demon.
I hope Samuel gets to chat with his mates from school soon. The boy hero needs allies. Quickly.
It was Boswell who first sensed the coming of the Darkness.
Lucky he has Boswell. If not for his trusty sidekick, Samuel might have been…you know, and then where would the story be with no-one to prevent “The Great Malevolence” from gaining entry to our world. Continue Reading →
A Birthday by Christina Rossetti
LibriVox volunteers bring you 14 recordings of A Birthday by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894). This was the Weekly Poetry project for June 13th – June 20th, 2010.
Little Homer’s Slate by Eugene Field
LibriVox volunteers bring you 16 recordings of Little Homer’s Slate by Eugene Field (1850-1895). This was the Fortnightly Poetry project for June 6th – June 20th, 2010.
The Gates notes; chapter 13

Chapter 13; In Which Samuel Decides to Consult an Expert on Demons and Hell, but Doesn’t Get Anywhere
Um, cue a small history lesson regarding the Church of St. Timidus, Bishop Bernard the Bad and a guy named Timidus who tried exceedingly hard to not commit any sins whatsoever. Why? Well, the author reckons it’s all valid information.
Why all that is so important we shall discover later.
Okay, it must important to the story otherwise Mr. Connelly wouldn’t have mentioned it in the first place.
To continue. Continue Reading →