The Book of Sty

The Book of Sty is a collage of intended wit usurped from the far reaches of a distended mind. Many of its exhortations are frothed in foliage spewed from battles with epileptic seizures. The Book of Sty will, at no time, supersede your intelligence, but it will challenge your imagination as you struggle to read between the lines. Provocative quips, beliefs, prayers, travels, dream stills, and apparitions are all there, waiting for the reader to reach beyond yesterday, thinking of everyday people. Parody, comedy, tragedy, and rhapsody are ingredients of both intended and distended wit. Just because you swam doesnt necessarily mean you can swim. Do not be surprised if lines in this writing set your imagination in motion and have you reaching for invisible stars. I know you already realize that heavenly stars are progenitors of fireflies. The preceding jabs at intended wit are not locked in witticism, wouldnt you say? But as intended, your imagination was distended, as you either passed the elaborations off as folly or tried to squeeze meanings from between the lines. If you are now aging/ Faster than a weavers shuttle/ Do not be afraid of mortality imaging / Look closely and you will see shadows of elapsing days as they scuttle. If your face loses just one wrinkle from just one intended piece of wit, saying, or Bible verse, then the Book of Sty will have served its purpose.

Andy Chico Davis I am the son of a sharecropper who will never forget the cotton fields back home. I developed a thirst for knowledge and love of reading from my mother. Though she was sentenced to just a third-grade education, her teachings surpassed that of some of the worlds greatest scholars. From an early age and throughout my career as a teacher and athletic coach, I found myself enamored with doctrines of philosophy. From this enamoration, I built my own cache of quotations and sayings that often lifted me out of depths of despair. The Book of Sty is a culmination of a lifelong dream of mine to share a few of them with others. Quotations and country rhymes were at times my only armors against the arrows of poverty and prejudice. Though I am now a septuagenerian, I truly believe I have many years left if I can just convert to being a nomadic metaphor. Become a metaphor, and reincarnation will be within your grasp.