Back to Writing

Blank screen lacks my words
Lazy writer with no aim
Let's try this again.

Moist.

High humidity.
Mel Brooks could compose a song,
Sweaty, under-boob.

Nostalgia

Nineteen eighty two,
Roast beef and new potatoes,
More at Morrison's.

My Daily Readings...

Bye Google Reader.
How shall I find my blogs in one place?
Hello Old Reader!

Hunger

Morning of phone calls,
Computer screen sucks my energy.
I could eat my hand.

Marcus Samuelsson in the House!

Dinner out with friends
Corn bread and tomato jam
Raves for Red Rooster!

Twisted Ankle

I stepped off the curb,
And I miscalculated.
Damn my weak ankle.