I stop posting in
the blogosphere. No one reads
me. Do I exist?
Tree falls in the forest analogy
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I stop posting in
the blogosphere. No one reads
me. Do I exist?
Tag Archives: fear
Time to start supper
Some people like to
cook. Then there’s me who dreads that
thing called dinner hour.
Undone
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
Freelance writer
The more I write the
more I lose my hold on words
that speak without me.
Tomorrow’s flight
I’ll Dramamine my
self into torpidity,
sleep through drink service.
A Christmas story
If I could shoot my
eye out with that thing, I’d just
sit and watch TV.
See hear taste smell touch
If you had to pick,
what sense would you sacrifice?
Impossible choice.
Clean sweep
My spare bedroom holds
many possibilities
under all that junk.
Protection
Soldiers wear helmets.
Women wear makeup, styled hair.
Our mode of defense.
Unbroken
The house of my heart
is white, clean, pure. No windows,
doors. No visitors.
a haiku a day 