Note: August 1st through 7th is International Clown Week. I'm days late but still wish to tell you about these clowns. Enjoy
Eyes are for looking Eyes are for looking And seeing sun Tongues are for greeting And saying fun Legs are for walking slowly And also run Hands are for shaking…
Shortened version: Told in 44 words: In nirvana sat the monk inhaling, exhalingwhen a samuraicut in, demanding, "Heaven, hell: teach me the meaning!""I've no time for rudeness," replied the monk,…
Another honor to have my poem nesting in this lovely literary magazine. Hotel de los corazones rotos–The hotel of broken hearts Hello, my precious Readers. My cup runs over with…
Hello, lovely readers--It's comin' on Christmas... A warm thank you to Editor Barbara Harris Leonhard for giving my poema nesting place in her magazine on the World Wide Web. For…
A merry poem about autumn by Paul Laurence Dunbar. Please enjoy.
With bitter regret, mine heart’s been laden Since Hallowmas when thou our bed-vow broke And now perjured be roam I loath-burdened Waiting for the day this prank I do choke…
Are you inconvenienced by the Indian summer refusing to leave? The whole situation has Summer Faery pouting. She's waiting on the one lone warm day that's to report to duty: it's gone astray! This is a Public Announcement.
At the end of Summer like at the end of Winter, the old season tries hard to keep a presence. But in the end the old has to make way for the new. Give up the crown, so to speak. I love the lovely exchange. But I really like my October to feel like October from the get go...
A repost to offer support to an Author friend.
Good books on sale from the publisher. Come take a look, please. ((no, they are not on sale for 5 cents))
I'm giving this interview a rerun. No running involved, just sit to read. Thanks, my lovelies.