Coup De Main Magazine

I feel like I've been living under a rock all this time not to have spotted these gems sooner. New Zealand (and our international friends) I give you....TINYSAURS!!!! Mwahahahahahahahah...ha....ha...ha...too much? Sorry, got caught up in the moment.

One of my favourite poems to date - thanks to Robert Frost:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
 
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.