We get entangled
in undercover tangos—
lovers over friends.
skat©2016
P.S. This showed up in a file on one of my e-mail accounts. I must have stored it there to post later. Or maybe I posted it before? I don’t recall for sure. It’s a new title, in any case.
I’d forgotten how
cold air outside the covers
chills me to the bone.
skat@2016
If I end up lame
or twisted in my old age,
you can blame my cats.
skat@2016
Really should get up.
But this bed feels so cosy-–
My limbs won’t comply.
skat@2015
When you’ve got the bed
All to yourself, you un-bend–
The Vitruvian.
skat@2015
Writing is ..., it just is ...
A Quest For Emotional Insight
Roots and Branches in our Family Trees
thoughts, anecdotes and snapshots stumbled upon
Peace. Tranquility. Insanity.
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
because the story must be told
Diary of a Canadian Winter Garden
by Scooj
A Continuing Revolution
inesemjphotography
Color by words.
home of the elusive trope
"Literature is language charged with meaning." Ezra Pound
Nothing happens unless first you dream
Football Talk - with other stuff mixed in
a creative writing notebook by Bill Bisgood
I sell collectibles and art online and often find the things I've found have hilarious and at times, dark stories to tell. It's thrilling for me to be creatively random, so always expect the unexpected in the things I share with you.
