Tattoos are not for me, and though I admire their artistry
My body would not make for a good tapestry
Colorful patterns, curving lines and creatures
Would look poorly on my shape
Good tattoos depend on anatomy most fine
And limbs and torsos that gracefully align
For if the body should expand after the tattoo is drawn
The artistry would be a mocking jape
Tattoos, as well, involve a modicum of pain
Coming in for sharp sessions again and again
I am averse to such things and not partial to needles
So why endure something I hate?
And now you can see
Why tattoos are not for me.
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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life.
“Hermes is not having the best time. He walks a fine line, and his duty as messenger of Olympus weighs heavily on him. Being a god in the modern age means living in a world that no longer believes in gods. How much can one deity accomplish when no one respects him anymore? And why do his instincts tell him that he, the son of Zeus, is losing favor with his own family?
Tensions abound. The upstart Young Gods play dangerous games using entire cities as their boards. Formless monsters strike from the nighttime shadows, terrorizing hapless mortals. Agents of rival pantheons scheme to thwart Olympus’ designs. In the thick of it all, Hermes does what he does best: trick, lie, and cheat his way to victory.“
Jake W. Powell 