I love prose poetry. If you're of a mind you should check out James Tate, Denise Duhamel, Nin Andrews, Marilyn Seaton, Charles Simic or, one of my faves, Russell Edson. Check this out!

SLEEP

There was a man who didn't know how to sleep; nodding
off every night into a drab, unprofessional sleep. Sleep that
he'd grown so tired of sleeping.
He tried reading The Manual of Sleep, but it just put him
to sleep. That same old sleep that he had grown so tired of
sleeping...
He needed a sleeping master, who with a whip and a
chair would discipline the night, and make him jump through
hoops of gasolined fire. Someone who could make a tiger
sit on a tiny pedestal and yawn...

Russell Edson

Hey. I'm kinda feelin' my way through this whole "blog" thing so give me a little time to get it right. I do hope to make it worth somebody's while to read what I intend for this site. But, above all, like the title intimates, it will be a 'lake' of ideas to consider and explore. 'Nuff said, for now. Will be back, soon.

I started this blog based on inspiration from my daughter. I hope to make it interesting.