Short docked hair looks good
until you sleep like a rock.
Now, where’s my hoodie?
skat@2017
Skin like parchment, hair
like tinder; ’til March (at least)
I need anointment.
skat@2016
Brushed my hair, when I
soon came to see, you were cached
in there all along.
We both hit the roof!
(Proof that I care?) You’re free, when
I could have flushed you.
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
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
because the story must be told
Diary of a Canadian Winter Garden
by Scooj
A Continuing Revolution
Color by words.
home of the elusive trope
"Literature is language charged with meaning." Ezra Pound
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.
Disposable, Dispensable and Disembodied
My imperfect journey to a cruelty-free life
A poem written, or a book read, every now and then
