My Cardboard Balcony

If You Seek Foghorn Swamp by Belinda Roddie If you seek Foghorn Swamp, then find a frog with golden scales; she'll lead you through the mire and help you dodge the deepest of the bog with croaks, should the situation grow dire. Then the amphibian will show you slime trailing in ribbons from her friend, the slug, whose florescent purple color sublime will shine upon the elusive Mad Bug. The Mad Bug, with bio-luminescent eyes, rules over Foghorn Swamp, the muck warmed beneath your boots, the odor putrescent in your nostrils as you view this deformed self-proclaimed monarch. He's quite odious, but he'll sing secrets so melodious. This sonnet contains rhyming word endings provided by Daniel Bulone as part of a small writing experiment.

Many people stay secluded not because they want to be alone, but because they feel like they deserve to be alone. The corner, with all of its slants and constricting edges, seems like a place of safety because it is the farthest one can back away from the conflict of the real world and the social cues within it. Certain critics like to downplay introversion as being picky, or misunderstanding of others, and they downplay something as crucial as human caution.