2 HAIKU WITH THEIR HAIR DOWN
Knock-knock joke: Who's there? "It's me, the Boston Strangler." - It's for you, my dear. I wonder how much deeper would the ocean be without the sponges. Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
BUBBLE MAKER
Iridescent long balloons stream out when Marcy waves her wand. The biggest boogies heavily, considers, quakes until it stops - then pops. Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
A CHEROKEE MOTHER TO HER SON
One wolf within you licks your face and stretches happy when you wake. He learns things, almost wags his tail. You and he become as one. The other wolf within you snarls, lives on hunger, not on food, sniffs betrayal at each corner, wants the things he does not have. The one is strong, the other... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
ABSENT INSPIRATION, I RELY ON OBSERVATION
A recent notice posted beside the cash register at all local Dunkin Donuts shops: "Due to the increased number of counterfeit $100 and $50 dollar bills recently, we will no long be accepting them." [Management must be relieved to hear that!] Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
WHAT DOES A BUBBLE NEED?
A little magic from a wand, approval of a rainbow, some wonder at the quiver of its poise before it winks that's all. Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
So long for a while, amigos.
Things are getting a little hectic around here, so I have to take a break from posting something each day. I've enjoyed our exchanges, and hope to blog it again from time to time. We'll see. Has anyone heard from CC (Corncrake/Chiff Chaff)? Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
HAIKUS AT PLAY
1. Reflection A leaf on water mirrors clearly what it is retaw no fael A 2. Carol Janda on Gifts Never give the thing that can gather dust it must disappear with use (a haiku giving itself a break) Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
BLACKSNAKE FAKE
Near the trailhead, through the brush, The tail of a blacksnake disappeared. Knowing they are stubborn things, I came back one half-hour later. There he was, some three feet long, a scribbled S there reading me with flicking tongue, as I could see, This time he'd settled not to move. Seeing that I... Sign in to see full entry.
POTHOLE
The p e hits me like a fist - o l t h o R It's SP INGtime! Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
CAMPGROUND IN COLORADO - 1977
"Hey, there's one from New York like us!" I shouted as we pulled in slowly, dirty, tired, far from home. All day my son had called out plates - California, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Maine - but none from hometown Empire State. I called out, "Hey, amigo! How's it going!" expecting something in reply.... Sign in to see full entry.