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Post-Apocalyptic Poetry: Mutant Primer
Red mutants are cannibals Green ones are our friends Blue mutants want our women for unspeakable mutant ends. Horned mutants think they’re psychic Feathered mutants… Read More »Post-Apocalyptic Poetry: Mutant Primer
One Rude Mother (nature)
Awakened at 2:00 AM by nature warbling outside my window. My first thought was coyotes. They’ve been known to wake me up with their midnight… Read More »One Rude Mother (nature)
After the roses, a thousand words
My arms are cross-hatched from my time in the rose bushes this weekend. The scratches are long, thin red reminders of why I haven’t trimmed… Read More »After the roses, a thousand words
Mundane, but True
Since yesterday, I’ve been suffering a vaguely guilty, gnawing sensation, and I’m pretty it’s from not blogging yesterday. It’s not my fault, I tell myself.… Read More »Mundane, but True
You have chosen… surprisingly
I took my eight year-old daughter, Thing One, down to the game room. “We’re going to play a game this summer,” I said. “An adventure… Read More »You have chosen… surprisingly
Whew, that was close!
That title there? That’s sarcasm. More on that in a bit. First, I’d like to point out this week’s Worth a Thousand entry, The Knight’s… Read More »Whew, that was close!
I Blame Facebook
I’m finding it harder these days to string more than a few dozen words together at a time. I blame Facebook and its cramped status-update… Read More »I Blame Facebook
Beneath the Morning Downtown Sun
The army of the caffeinated marches, cups in hand. They make long strides in sneakers and flip-flops beneath their business casuals. They march together, apart,… Read More »Beneath the Morning Downtown Sun
Summer Project
My daughter, Thing One, needs to work on her math over the summer. I need to get her into tabletop gaming. I think you see… Read More »Summer Project