Your image returns, /
a tea kettle’s whistle: /
loud, whiny, undone.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Genie: “You have one wish left.”
The writer thought about it for a few minutes. He looked around the bar. He had already messed up twice and didn’t want to screw up this third wish. Finally, he said, “I want to forget my writer’s block.”
“Is that your wish?”
“Yes, I wish to forget my writer’s block.”
The genie disappeared in a puff of smoke. The writer paid his bill and left the bar, happy to know that he would now be able to write again, once he remembered where he lived.
Filed under 2017, joke by author, Monday morning writing joke
A thousand stars wake /
in your smile each morning /
each bright with passion.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Q.: Why did the physics writer break up with the biology writer?
A.: Because there was no chemistry between them.
Filed under 2017, Monday morning writing joke, Uncategorized
Love hangs on a cross, /
the object of endless quests. /
The hero does not.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Pieces of eaten bird. /
Crumbs of rolls and pumpkin pie. /
Second coming scouts.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Free falling in love /
I find the stars within reach /
and my heart far away.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author, Uncategorized
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