My daughters watch the
Gilmour Girls non-stop, wishing
I were Lorelei.
Not Lauren Graham
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Tag Archives: poetry
Winfrey loves Obama
Oprah and Barack
sit in a tree, campaign for
the Presidency.
Feeling fat
Going to New York
to be on TV. Need new
clothes. A tent would work.
Lair of the pack rat
HGTV shows
designer homes while I nest
in my own clutter.
Midnight munchies
To eat or not to
eat? My stomach says yes, my
hips scream don’t you dare.
All about the page views
Should I say what I
feel, or what attracts readers?
Tempting to sell out.
A little obsessed
I keep coming to
post like a lover checking
for text messages.
Meditative mind
Silence erases
thoughts and stress like dry markers
wiped clean from white boards.
Starving writer
I really should start
dinner. But husband’s gone, so
I’ll just blog and starve.
Thanksgiving – after dinner
Post-tryptophan, we
watch Forrest Gump and digest
the day’s memories.
a haiku a day 