One Hundred Words A Day
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Westbound
By mistake I veered right
and took the bifurcation to the west
instead of east
and in front of me was the dead sun
when I went to it. ¶ 6:35 PM 0 Comments
By mistake I veered right
and took the bifurcation to the west
instead of east
and in front of me was the dead sun
when I went to it. ¶ 6:35 PM 0 Comments
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Heck the Hall!
I am cleaned floor, washed dishes and folded laundry.
I am the busy hands.
Should I continue?
to be just good for cooked meals,
well-warmed and pliable in bed
Is it my lack of courage?
I am a muted spirit, with dwarfed dreams and sabotaged inspirations.
I am useless without a mop, elbow-deep in detergent, folding my life in the grease of expectation.
Heck the hall!
It is my season. ¶ 10:23 AM 0 Comments
I am cleaned floor, washed dishes and folded laundry.
I am the busy hands.
Should I continue?
to be just good for cooked meals,
well-warmed and pliable in bed
Is it my lack of courage?
I am a muted spirit, with dwarfed dreams and sabotaged inspirations.
I am useless without a mop, elbow-deep in detergent, folding my life in the grease of expectation.
Heck the hall!
It is my season. ¶ 10:23 AM 0 Comments
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
