Author: Tim Schwab
a novice
Apothegms and Observations XIII
How Far Can Femininity Go Within Man?
Since posting my original article on gender, I’ve received and thought of a few questions. This is one of them.
How far can femininity go within Man? Since some men wear women’s clothing, does that mean that all men should be allowed to wear women’s clothing?
End of Day
When your hands set down their tools,
And Day puts away his plow,
I pray your heart’s at ease
To find the rest it needs.
Piece of a Life
Wherein I write part of a long sentence, my life.
A Student Considers Gender
This is a shorter, not-as-thorough rewrite of a previous post.
Apothegms and Observations XII
Thank You, My Friends
I am not my fellow man, and I am glad of those who are bored by my ramblings. I tend to see things that strike me as frightfully, and I mean frightfully important, not only to me but to every individual. This importance stirs up my soul such that I want to proclaim, “Eureka!” from the rooftops. Usually I do so with full self-expression, at least among my closer friends.
Man of Sorrows
“I’ve got this fine friend I want you to meet,
He’s sure to answer your questions complete.
He’s seen it and done it and been it, it all.
He won’t disappoint you, I promise on Paul.”
I asked and he seemed to grasp my demand,
Indeed it seemed he had it all planned.
He uttered a wit I don’t think I’ll forget,
And tied it together with the whole alphabet.
The Rain
The rain pitter-patters then batters the road outside,
A gray storm covering the earth with its showers.
Somehow dampening, no, smothering, with freshness.
The grass sighs at the touch of the cool drops
But drowns seconds later.
Thoughts of a Novice 