The Pong to Her Ping: Neck-Stretcher Part II

The following bawdy poem makes reference to a comment in this post. This one’s for you, Sue and Donna.

Because My Every Thought Is of You…

Who says you have to seize up when seated at the computer for ten hours in a row?

Love in the Time of Zombies

Cupid shot my love on Valentines Day Said she struck flesh and heart and sinew. Alas, she’d imbibed too much cinnamon schnapps And her aim — it proved untrue. How do I know her arrow failed To nail my love in flight? Next day my husband served Tammy St. John Some afternoon delight.

Writer Unboxed Redirect: Literary Award Ceremonies

Gaze upon the healthy, life-giving greens to the left. How do you feel about Un-boksed Choi? Sorry. If you’re new to this blog, that’s an inside joke about how I work the name Writer Unboxed into the most casual of conversations which is a nice lead into the fact it’s time for my monthly post with them. [...]

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Phlegm Song (aka If Dr. Seuss Had a Head Cold)

An odd, Seussical poem about being sick. With pictures.

The Real Reasons Why Housekeeping Matters

Sometimes you think you’re washing the area carpet, Because it’s funky after a winter of warming a black lab’s belly. Sometimes you would be wrong.

Muse Is Not the Boss of Me

Below is the post that got me into the semi-finals at Writer Unboxed. I’m grateful Kathleen and Therese didn’t call it an essay at the time; that word and I are not on the best of terms.     MUSE IS NOT THE BOSS OF ME I’m in a coffee house and I’m supposed to be writing a blog post that will both inspire [...]

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