Inconstant blogger

see also Constant reader

Like a lover who
wanders I return here to
check in now and them

Headache

Accomplished nothing
’til I took Motrin a whip
that tamed this tiger

Wasted Saturday night

We watch bad TV
eat microwave popcorn feel
guilty not really.

Tree falls in the forest analogy

I stop posting in
the blogosphere.  No one reads
me. Do I exist?

No commitments

Nothing pleases me.
Time I don’t have to account for.
A blank calendar.

Time to start supper

Some people like to
cook. Then there’s me who dreads that
thing called dinner hour.

Why I started again

“Have you been writing
your haiku journal?” he asked.
You read. You know ‘no.’

Being a silly girl

An affectation,
but it’s cute, and she is for
given many sins.

Gentlewomen’s lament

God rest ye merry
gentlemen? I don’t see them
lifting a finger!

Clean sweep

My spare bedroom holds
many possibilities
under all that junk.