This literary blog is home to an eclectic mix of art, articles, anecdotes, aphorisms, poetry and brief excerpts from a variety of sources related only by their excellence and timeless quality.
The blog had its beginnings in the mid-80s as a forum on a large BBS located in Southern California where it ran for more than ten years. Most recently it was revived in a highly circumscribed form as a thread in the Kindle forums on Amazon.com. Now, at the request of those members, it is resurrected as a blog which affords it the breathing room and editorial control essential to its growth.
As many readers know, the word potpourri has a host of meanings. For Americans it refers to a mix of petals and spices in a bowl or bag used to perfume clothes or a room. In the original 17th century French it referred to a stew of various meats and, translated literally as “rotten pot.” I promise to do my level best to prevent things from rotting here, but perhaps it’s best that we move on before this stew begins to turn.
And so we begin. . . .

@Spad,
Beautiful website!! I love the mix of humor and pathos. Graphic layout is georgous and the content is awesome. Thanks for a great blog!!!
LadyHawke
Thanks much, LadyHawke. It’s pretty much a labor of love for me. I’m glad you like it and hope you’ll become a regular visitor.
It is great to find a blog that doesnt seem to have an agenda other than great content tastefully presented. Keep up the great work!
KarenG, The Works
Welcome to SLP and thanks for the kind words, Karen. If there is anything in particular you’d like to see on the blog don’t hesitate to tell me. I’m always looking for fresh ideas.
Nice website, I just discovered it.
Thanks for dropping in, Jim. SLP is a first effort and less than two months old. Expect great things!
Spad
You know, I have never liked works by Edgar Allen Poe–but I had never read the poem Annabelle Lee that you have posted on the front. Sure, it’s sad. But it’s very, very good.
:>)
Oof, Poe’s been my #1 favorite author since I was 16.
The first story of his I really loved was “MS. Found In A Bottle.” The following line really grabbed me:
“…but I could not help feeling the utter hopelessness of hope itself, and prepared myself gloomily for that death which I thought nothing could defer beyond the hour.”
Annabel Lee’s rock sockin’ too.
Try “The Valley of Unrest” — my favorite line = “perennial tears descend in gems”
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