I finished the puzzle yesterday but it’s missing one of its pieces It’s not on the floor or under the door or in the couch cushion creases Where oh where oh where did it go? Where oh where oh where could it be? One thing for sure without any doubt it can’t be in snow […]
Look at this room It’s not a mess How often must I tell you to tear your dress? Look at your hands Not a finger missing You think a 2 eared head is worth me kissing? Unshape now Get rid of that nose If you want to play in the tombstone rows
Here you see a unicorn. I see it, too. It has a horn.
The cloud forming is a cloud of new ideas for a story. GREEN ESDA is a title I like. It’s an anagram of ‘renegades’. So now I’ve got renegades and green. I think the narrator should be a bigfoot with the ability to pass back and forth between her home world and Earth. Why not? […]
On New Year’s Eve Harrison Grieve always dines on oats. ‘I do so because,’ he told his cuz, ‘it keeps away the goats.’ ‘How does that work?’ asked his cousin, James Burke, a skeptic from the west. Harry replied, ‘I keep closed one eye and dab mustard all over my vest.’ Not being a dunce, […]
Once long ago a jolly round little man with a snow white beard and a twinkle in his eye went for a walk across the tundra with his equally round little wife. Roaming through the reindeer, they discussed the upcoming trip in detail. After all, it would be the first such trip, and they wanted […]
Once upon a time in France there lived a family. On a special night in 1930, the Mama, Cecile, made up a bedtime story for her boys about a little elephant. The boys were enchanted and went to their Papa, Jean, who was an artist, and begged him to make pictures for the story. Papa […]
The silly man danced to the door and sang to me gratitude for clothes he could wear on his nose to aid it whenever it froze I laughed from my place on the floor and sang my own thanks and much more, especially for my garden hose to spray silly men when I chose ‘Ho […]
The magic fish removed its spectacles, placed them on the bedside table, doused the glow lamp, and settled back with a sigh to sleep. Sleep, however,refused to visit. The constant drip, drip, drip of air bubbles blurping up from the faucet in the bathroom tap, tap, tapped on the magic fish’s brain. Drat, thought the […]
Mother Nature chooses her colors well, doesn’t she?
