By Michael Stokey Get some. I’m not sure what that some was anymore. A remnant of war, slip of the past, a time when everything was at its worse and yo
Source: The great snuffie trek home
J Richards of Sanford, Florida, offers visual and written commentary, poetry and quirkery.
By Michael Stokey Get some. I’m not sure what that some was anymore. A remnant of war, slip of the past, a time when everything was at its worse and yo
Source: The great snuffie trek home
(September 21, 2018)
fallen windows watch
with lidless eyes nothingless*
i still see not pane
*(Another thought intruded and I did not finish this haiku for which I held – and still hold – such promise I might enjoy its birth. I still do not see through that pane. Perhaps that is is: “I still see not pane”)
(September 21, 2018)
This hegira, both
interminable and now!
stops to scratch my nose
(September 21, 2018)
stove chicken-footless
and my broth could use a walk
get some small crutches
(September 21, 2018)
Fall’s first chilling breeze:
Cold-front’s high temperature
a brisk Eighty-Nine!
(September 21, 2018)
maine restaurateur “pots”
his lobster before diners
“baked” gets a new twist
(September 21, 2018)
The Parties waged war
with each other for who rules:
The Bureaucrats win!
Some advert-god will see this and come visit with bolts and bots thundering most mightily and clashingly with threats of crash, but, Juice, hold out for the cash…hostage their canned continua! You have them right where you want ’em, Chesty, Junior, surrounding you!
Delightful. By Bruce Jewett. Image by WordPress. Pumpkin at its best.
orange globes summer
left behind on green hillsides
illuminates fall
WordPress image
Been searching my East-West city street scenes for Equinoxical lineups with full summer suns unquietly protesting their coming uppances with similarly hued blandishments.