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The only sin is quitting.
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Haiku 12 in These titles mean nothing.
Today was Tuesday A day like all the others Count the syllables *
Haiku 11 in These titles mean nothing.
Puffs of snow, each flake A separate miracle Designed not to last * This morning the road to work was perfect. Bare, dry, the sky was clear. It seemed like a long time since driving was so easy...
Haiku 10 in These titles mean nothing.
Old lady cat waits For the next day to offer A place in the sun * Me too for that matter. It’s gotten very cold. Google weather says -4. I will look at our thermometer when I go upstairs. G...
Haiku 9 in These titles mean nothing.
Looks like I solved the title problem. Last single digit day in the first month of 2016. Tel me what you want. Maybe I’ll want it too. Sprinkle me with ..... nothing actually. Bad corn chips in...
Haiku 8 in These titles mean nothing.
The new cat walks with Little fog feet, shyly bold Across the table
Haiku 7 in These titles mean nothing.
This night never comes It lasts too long when it does And then it’s over Fog and rain. I bought a tank of gas. $1.77 a gallon for ethanol blend. Kwik Star is across a busy highway. Traffic ...
Haiku 6 + in These titles mean nothing.
This day the kings come Bearing gifts, bowls of oatmeal Bananas and nuts * * I have a picture of my oatmeal and I may or may not have uploaded it but I cannot put it here. I will try again in t...
Haiku 5 + in These titles mean nothing.
Counting syllables Should be easy and it is Making sense is not Winter sun lights seeds From summer waiting for Another summer Sunset in the back window of Joana’s pickup.
Haiku 4 + in These titles mean nothing.
Winter evening walk Bottom of Joana’s hill Gracie leaps and bounds. * Gracie wears herself out. No half-measures for our Gracie. This morning she caught a front foot in her milk jug - in the ha...
Haiku 3 + in These titles mean nothing.
Big and yellow Rarely mellow Gracie is racy And all about what’s tasty I know every engineer on every train All of their children, and all of their names Those aren’t haikus and I didn’t write th...
Haiku 2 + + in These titles mean nothing.
5 to start it out 7 to fill the middle 5 to close the thought * Not sure I have a lot to say. Sun is shining. It’s cold. The radio is playing a pre-game show for Badger’s basketball. I have w...
Haiku 1 in These titles mean nothing.
Aspire to great love Ask wise elders for advice Accept whatever comes * Someone on FB asked for one word. I gave her Peace. * I saw part of a Burt Reynolds movie in the middle of the night. He...
Habits....... Also.... in These titles mean nothing.
Trying to remember what it was I ate when I didn’t eat sugar (or substitutes) or wheat (or drink soda). Let’s see. Oatmeal for breakfast. Milk. Banana. Coffee, maybe. Cheese and fruit for lu...
What do you think? in These titles mean nothing.
Would I get more out of Prosebox if I put more into it? Oh and here’s a random unchosen, unthoughtabout phot. It has dogs in it and an Antarctic explorer in it. I mean to write about him. His...
Quote.... (with photo)(and other stuff) in These titles mean nothing.
Like I’m going to marry a broad named Lips? ------- Frank Sinatra via J. Randy Taraborrelli Sinatra Behind the Legend Anyone ever seen any of these bottle holders before? I saw them when I went ...
Gracie movies.... in These titles mean nothing.
Christmas Train... in These titles mean nothing.
… was in Marquette tonight. The train comes to see us so of course we go to see the train. We packed up a sack of food for the food pantry. It was warm tonight - above freezing - the most plea...
Decorative things on display in my house.../with photos in These titles mean nothing.
First I saw the gun. It came with the farm. It’s ancient as things like that go. It’s totally non-functioning. It rests on nails driven into a partial wall my husband made when we were takin...
I feel like... in These titles mean nothing.
… writing. But I don’t have time right now. Maybe when I get home. Maybe I will tell you everything. Everything that can be told. I will make pages and columns and lists. All filled with word...
Twitter in These titles mean nothing.
I’ve had a Twitter account for several years. I’ve never done much with it. It’s at the end of my bored what will I do on the internet line. It comes after: humans of new york 750 words faceb...
Guilty Pleasures? in These titles mean nothing.
staying in bed a long long time? eating a whole lot of something? complaining about silly things? Facebook listicles (that never load and quickly become guilty frustrations)? barefootedness? sta...
Was Neil Young ever this young? in These titles mean nothing.
Oh heck. Have some James Taylor too.
For the artist in each of us... in These titles mean nothing.
Literary youtubes + a bunch of other stuff in These titles mean nothing.
Nabokov Joyce The James Joyce one is suitably confusing. It has what I believe to be Russian subtitles and a lot of it is in to me heavily accented English. So… I saw that it had closed capti...
Wyeth... in These titles mean nothing.
I have so little so say… I have so much to say… Either way I don’t seem to be saying it. This is an Andrew Wyeth painting that I love. When I looked up the image I got a dozen different version...
